She looked toward the horizon. A needle of obsidian pierced the purple clouds, tethered to the ground by thick, glowing cables that pulsed like veins. This wasn't a world; it was a machine trying to dream.
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"System check," she whispered. Her voice sounded like grinding stones. She looked toward the horizon
As she stood, the clockwork birds began to twitch. One by one, their sapphire eyes flickered to life. They didn't fly; they crawled, a sea of clicking brass teeth and sharp talons dragging toward her. "Run," the pulse said. She wasn't just waking up
She sat up, her joints clicking like cooling metal. Around her lay a graveyard of clockwork birds, their brass wings frozen in mid-flight. She reached out, touching the cold metal of a hawk.