Forging Futures in Steam and Steel

Steam hiss, metal groans awake. Low base, rising like gears, turning for the

first time. Atomized worlds, now we live. Copper horizons where the old skies

give. Steampunk nights pulse under rusted light. Dreams built in smoke,

in the gears of night. Thought becomes our imagination of form. We hammer out

futures in the heart of the storm. Hot steel transports born from fire

and sweat. Blueprint fantasies the world won't forget. The fuel is our dreams,

the spark in our chest. The matrix our faith when reality's pressed.

Like gods forged in metal, in chrome we believe. Fuel and sweat