Hum.

The earth hums, a low, resonant thrum that vibrates through bone and marrow. A siren song of industry, a forgotten lullaby from the depths of the city. Steel and concrete arteries pulse with a mechanical heartbeat, a rhythmic whisper that calls to the forgotten corners of the soul. Footsteps fall in time with the thrumming, drawn towards the source, an irresistible pull towards the heart of the machine. The city awakens, a slumbering giant roused by the echoes of its own creation. Lost souls emerge from the shadows, their eyes gleaming with a newfound purpose, their hearts beating in unison with the machine’s song. They gather in the echoing chambers, their bodies swaying to the rhythm, their voices joining the chorus of the machine. The city hums, a symphony of industry and longing, a testament to the enduring power of the machine’s call.