The Gilded Rhythm of the Clockwork Heart
The city breathes a heavy, metallic sigh as the sun bleeds gold
Gothic Gear
The Clockwork Sun's Last Embrace in the Neon Crypt
The great mirrored sphere above spins like a fractured heart, casting prisms
The Gilded Cage of Living Light
Sunlight filters through the glass ceiling, not as a blessing from gods
The Silver Suture of the City's Heartbeat
The city below is a cage of iron ribs and glass eyes,
Velvet Veins of the Iron City
My porcelain casing hums softly against the biting chill of this analog
The Gilded Cage of Sunlight
The salt spray kissed my skin, a pale imitation of the lifeblood
