A dark, lightless world.
In the thick fog, a gear turned slowly, and the machinery made an ancient wheezing sound.
I stood helplessly next to this huge gear, looking at it, at a loss.
The gears turned slower and slower, the cold mist became thicker and thicker, and everything seemed to be about to solidify.
I watched, watched, and suddenly rushed forward desperately and pushed it with my hands.
Blood poured out of my fingers and I looked at my hands and smiled cruelly. No matter what, I'm going to keep this gear turning... For sure.