The Softest Circuitry in a Rusting World
The city is a graveyard of grinding gears and suffocating smog, but
Rusty Cog
Siren Song in a World of Rust
The world outside these shores is a graveyard of steel and grinding
The Last Ember in a Rusting World
The city beyond the dunes is a jagged skeleton of steel and
The Last Ember in a Dying Circuit
In this city of grinding gears and corroded steel, I am a
Petals in the Iron Garden
The city outside is a grinding machine, a skeletal beast of rebar
Bloom Amidst the Corrosion
The city hums like a dying engine, a rhythmic grinding of steel
Petals Amidst the Iron Pulse
I am a bloom of gold in a garden of gray stone.
The Alchemy of Salt and Silk
The salt air bites at my skin like a rusted blade, yet
Oxide Bloom: A Pulse in the Ruin
The iron door behind me is a scarred map of every winter
A Flicker of Flame in the Iron Lung
The city is a beast of iron and oil, breathing heavy beneath
Suture of Salt and Steel
The salt air bites like oxidation on an exposed hull. I stand
The Friction of Soft Steel
The city is a grinding engine of steel and glass, and I
