Hey there, traveler. Have you ever paused to listen? No, I mean really listen.
The gears, the old ones hidden in the corners of our crumbling cities, they have stories. Stories from a time when they hummed and clanked to a rhythm that felt right.
You might think I've lost my marbles, talking about gears and murmurs. But sit down, find a rusty chair, and let the cold metal serenade you. There's wisdom in those whirs and whispers that time forgot amidst the digital chaos.
Once upon a gear, some say there's a tale of a forgotten future where machines and men danced under neon skies, both bound and free in their silent agreement. Ever heard a machine sigh? It's a sound that lingers, evoking memories of memories, like echoes in a vast, empty hall.
Listen to the SoliloquySo, if you find yourself in a place where silence hums, remember to ask the old machine. It might just tell you something worth your while.