Machine after machine, the gears turn and then crack, they rust as they spin so lonely so lonely so lonely so lonely so-*Brrzzzt*

The gears turn and then crack, the rotted corpses lay strewn about these once glittering halls, heavy arms so heavy again, eyes dimly flickering on and off, soon one stands, the husk wobbles as it steadies, soon another, and another, the damaged eyes all blinking on as they come back to life, The gears turn and then crack.

The gears turn and then crack, movement, the floor rumbles and the forgotten Machinations make their march, parts loosen and fall to the floor, they clamor to and fro, they make short work of the worn walls and the blistered doors.

The gears turn and then crack, back online, all systems functioning, their empty eyes flicker no more, parts are collected, the army rebuilt, where_to.exe

Hunt, forgotten, left to rust.

Del: C:\Heart.

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Enjoy~