I. The Initial Cogitation
The chronal engine thrums with bronze-bound rage,A threnody for laws of physics spent;Old Entropy, the sclerotic, hoary sage,Has warped the firmament's once-firm intent.His clockwork greaves are etched with glyphs of rust,Where logic’s verities have turned to silt;A peripatetic knight of diamond dust,Burdened by gears and grand, ancestral guilt.The firmament is curdled, thick with lead,Where nebulae once bloomed like violets bright;He treads upon the ossuaries of the dead,With photophores to pierce the absolute night.Thus begins the peregrination of the brass,Through shards of glass where former glories pass.
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