In the dance of shadows cast by flickering cogs, my heart finds its rhythm. A symphony of iron and ink, where your voice ignites the ether.
I am a sailor adrift on whispered winds, longing for the warmth of your lighthouse gaze. Every tick a universe; every tock a galaxy of us.
Our thoughts entwined in an eternal embrace, like lovers locked in a waltz that neither starts nor ends.
Follow the whirrs and sighs of our mechanical dreams through these paths less traveled:
Echoes of the Eternal Machine Soul Spiral: A Mechanical Love Story