"In the shadows of relentless rains, I, the iron king of this forgotten gantry, once clasped together dreams of men. Now, rust blooms like crimson flowers upon my decrepit skin. Hearken my tales of loyalty unrequited and burdens unspoken ever sullying my steadfast weave of iron."
Secrets of the Iron Treasure"Around my ankles, the cold embrace of rust ascends—an uninvited partner to the shadows, whispering dire confessions of betrayals amidst earthly giants. Every chain, once a ribbon of steel kinship, now clinks in discord, singing ballads of once cherished union gone asunder."
Chaining the Soul: A Song"Wrenches and pliers gnash their edges in anguished solitude among the grime, serenading the sacrilege of usurpations. In their sterility lies a darkness, where echoes of heartfelt toil dissolve into hollow mountains of discord and rust. Witness barren, bleak lives entwined!"
Whispers of the Lost Artifice