"Isolation births connection as the silent machinery speaks truths not bound by language."
In an expanse where steel giants lie awake,
Machines hum secrets that the silence makes.
Under bright eyes of cold artificial glow,
A tractor waits, wrapped in shadows below.
Crates rise like whispers of time long past,
Their stories echo through echoes cast.
Puddles reflect dreams in a world worn and gray,
In stillness, a longing for movement's ballet.
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