The vibration that danced through ones feet upon certain platforms and that ever going white cloud of steam that continued to puff along in the rather-near distance.Ĭontinuing ones pace around towards that steady puff of white, placing a hand against the ever turning machine that made such, listening. Surely, a caretaker was needed for something so exquisite?Įach dancing detail, the way the light shown from the solid metal surfaces. How things continued to run and apparently un-assisted. A steady pace around the elaborate, laid out home gave way to one trying to figure out just how it worked. as if it had simply been sitting here for some time without a caretaker.
It wouldn't take one to terribly long to come across just what it was that was making all those assorted sounds. Something that just doesn't quite add up to everything else that's taken place. Introduced to your ears are sounds from another time. Hissssss Snap twang Clang Never mind that steady Whirr of what may be gears.
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