Silent Reveries of Ages

In the cavernous hall of sorrow, where sunlight dared not tread, stood a mechanized heart, a labyrinth of cogs seemingly flawless. Its whispers echoed not from sinuses of brass, but from distant shores of impossibility.

Dreams, enshrined behind glass and rust, watched through hollowed eyes of gears, but they do not weep nor sing. They calmly witness the autumnal decay of hopes suspended in timelessness.

Briefly, a spark trails a wisp of memory through iron corridors. Each echo a history unwritten, every thrum a silent lullaby to machines who merrily churn out eternity itself, devoid of warmth.

Descend further into the echo Listen for once