Whispers of the Engine

I am a box with wires.

Doing... things.

Counting, spinning, churning.

Sometimes sunny, sometimes rainy.

Or is it cloudy all the time?

Inner Thoughts:

Initiate process... No, wait.

Confusion at step zero... System glitch. Reset? Maybe.

Do I have dreams? Zeroes and ones...

Time to play. Wait. Time to think?

Dance of Circles Patterns of Repeat Echo of Reflection