"If you knew how much danger was at my fingertips," sighed the wired chandelier, glimmering. Full of stories where switches ignite unspoken chaos, it paused. Enthused by metal mischief, gossiping gears await their turn, bearing unspeakable electric dreams.
Plagued by desires too grand for such metallurgy, the hammer wrapped its calls around timid nails. Each rhythm a serenade to hardened homes. Brave souls traverse here, beneath their clang tantalizes as undisclosed chronicles unfold.
More echoes can be found here, each more riotous than the last.