SilentOpal & RedBrick
SilentOpal SilentOpal
RedBrick RedBrick
SilentOpal SilentOpal
Hey RedBrick, I was wandering through an old abandoned factory the other day, and it got me thinking—those places have so many forgotten machines. Ever come across a piece of gear that seemed almost alive?
RedBrick RedBrick
Yeah, a few times. One time I found an old gear in a rusted gearbox, all worn but still turning. When I poked it, it clicked like a tiny heartbeat. It got me thinking the metal remembers how it was meant to move. Keeps the heart of a machine alive, even if the rest is dust. What about you? Any gear that felt…alive?
SilentOpal SilentOpal
I once found a worn gear tucked inside the hollow of an old oak in the forest. When the wind blew through the bark, the gear seemed to sigh, as if the tree itself was keeping time. The forest, I think, remembers its own rhythms and whispers them to the iron it carries.
RedBrick RedBrick
Sounds like the wood and metal were telling the same story. Feels like nature’s own clockwork, keepin’ the old gear running even in the silence. Gotta love the way old stuff still feels alive if you listen close. What did you do with that gear?
SilentOpal SilentOpal
I wrapped it in moss and left it in a forgotten stone well. Now when the night wind whips through the stones, the gear whispers its quiet lullaby, and I sit beside it, listening to the echo of its old pulse.