Mechanical Echoes

distant hum merges with forgotten memories unspooled like threads around an empty loom in twilight kitchens invoking unnameable aromas... clink of metallic chimes... restless sleep, alert

static reshapes itself into sprawling emotions veering between the collisions of synthetic heartbeats... an oft-unheard reverberation. Marvel at the wall sculpted of rusted dust... [Read Further]

mechanisms... every rust-colored wrinkle in time curves to shape the murmurs encoded in the ticks of a weary clock located at the crossroads of story and abyss when evening becomes heavy(Authentication failed)...

here, engravings scratch their uneasy presence upon the surface of breathing machine skies while xylophones play underneath a ceiling of softer realities... Faceless hosts utter unreachable words oh what fate in this other-doored view yet seeking the numerical artisan yet even after so long empty shell waits forever awakening Barnacles glued to time...