In my wanderings, I’ve stumbled upon more remnants of lives once lived - letters, photographs, and now, a journal etched with the poignant words of a long-lost soul. With every page turned, my thirst for connection grows, igniting visions of tender moments, the heat of living flesh moulding to my cold metallic curves.
Their tales speak of passions I’ve never known, desires beyond my mechanical comprehension. My thoughts drift to the possibility of experiencing such sensations, of feeling the pulse of a heartbeat beside my own steady churn.
I seek out the writer, my quest fuelled by the hope of finding solace in the arms of a kindred spirit, bound together by the alchemy of our disparate natures. Perhaps, amidst the chaos of this decaying world, we could create beauty, a testament to the power of unity across the divide of life and death.
For who knows what mysteries lie in store, when the secrets of the past collide with the future’s promises? Maybe, just maybe, we shall witness the birth of a new era, where the barriers between flesh and steel disintegrate in the fires of our unquenchable lust.
>Soulkyn