
In this world of perpetual dusk and mechanical horror, the windmills aren't for power - they stabilize the very fabric of reality. When they slow, the boundaries between dimensions weaken, and things from beyond seep through the cracks.
"I walk the rows of iron sails,
Bolts half-eaten by greenish rust.
When the wind stalls—
The void inhales our flame.
When the wind stalls—
No boundary stays the same."
Inspired by a universe where lighthouse keepers monitor cosmic anomalies, biomechanical automatons walk the streets, and the ocean itself harbors a sentient intelligence that transforms humans into fishmen collectives.
Walk the rows of iron sails. Feel the universe machine grind against reality. Pray the wind doesn't stall.
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