When the steam clock stops at the hour of the apocalypse, a rusted spine will crawl up from the abyss of the stars. Its tears are molten human hearts; its blood is a world turned solid.
Roselle
Beware its wrench. It once tightened the screws of your world, and it will dismantle your divine kingdom, too.
Adam
We live inside its observation window, and beyond its cage are countless compound eyes.
The Night
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