The narrow streets and alleyways of this infected town are festering with people who cannot feed their souls to this bulging, ravenous machinery. We're a disease on the surface of this dying planet, yet we still refuse to accept our inevitable destruction. We slowly limp forward, kindling a desperate hope that someday we might take back what was lost... but at what cost? No sunlight remains - there is only an automaton hanging heavily above our heads.

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