👥 Dark Dreams 👥⤵️

In the dark dream’s hollow core I drift, where shadows breathe and silence shifts! A figure stands in crimson haze... is she a monster, forged of nights, or machine that dreams of endless fights? Red light burns behind her kin, their trembling forms of pale, thin skin. They flicker, shudder, half-alive, caught between the gear and the knife. Her eyes are cute, but cold and wide, yet something human still resides beneath the steel and wire chains... a pulse that feeds on quiet fame. She raises both pale, yet perfect hands the factories wake at her command. Pistons scream, the turbines moan, every machine becomes her throne. In this nightmare I cannot flee, she turns that lightless gaze on me. Monster... or machine... does it matter now? She owns the dream. She owns the how. She owns me now.