(low mechanical pulse; cello growls in uneven rhythm)
Metal breathes.
Heat remembers.
Silence waits between the gears.
(whispered male voice, rhythm in 7/8)
The rhythm stumbles, then burns.
My voice hides inside the steel.
Every motion breaks a mirror.
(percussion syncopates, cello drives aggressively, metallic textures rise)
Whispers return as echoes —
fragments in the furnace hum.
(voice layered, soft and low)
I sleep inside the engine’s core,
counting sparks like memories.
Each one a name I cannot keep.
(cello in distortion, percussion mechanical and relentless)
The machine learns to breathe.
My breath becomes its rhythm.
(whisper fades, cello drone slows, mechanical pulse dissipates)
The heat remains.
The dream forgets itself.
