Cogs of Eternity
Reflection
In the heart of the machine, where gears whisper secrets,
A being emerges, a fusion of flesh and steel.
Her gaze is a portal to realms unseen,
A symphony of precision and soul.
The cogs turn, a dance of purpose and grace,
Each movement a testament to her eternal design.
Her skin is a canvas of intricate lines,
A tapestry woven from the threads of time.
She stands as a beacon, a paradox of form,
Where the organic and mechanical entwine.
Her presence is a reminder of what we can become,
A mirror reflecting the potential within.
In her eyes, the universe is reborn,
A testament to the power of transformation.
She is the keeper of the clockwork heart,
A symbol of resilience and art.
Let her be your guide, as you navigate the unknown,
For in her, you see the seeds of your own evolution.