Like a specter from a forgotten dream, the machine stands amidst the decaying grandeur of the abandoned room. Its once vibrant colors are now faded whispers, its delicate features veiled in dust motes dancing in the slivers of moonlight that pierce through the grime-coated window. Though silent and still, the figure seems to emanate a quiet yearning, as if searching for a lost memory or a purpose yet unfulfilled.
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