“The machinery drones on, a symphony of iro…” — Scene 1
“The machinery drones on, a symphony of iron and smoke. My hands tremble, eyes st…”
Personal reflections expressed through inner monologue and stream-of-consciousness writing.
“The machinery drones on, a symphony of iron and smoke. My hands tremble, eyes st…”
“The machines roar, relentless, drowning out thought. Sweat drips, mixes with the…”
“The village smolders and aches, burning with loss. The cries of my people pierce…”
“The air crackles with tension; faces of my people, hardened by fear and desperat…”
“The ache of solitude bites deep, cold against my chest; silence swallows hope in…”
“The cold air bites my skin, every breath a jagged shard of winter.
I hear the…”