It all began to the sound of man’s howling darkness, with an insatiable thirst for progress, a symphony of human emotion immersed itself in the erratic waves of machinery, slowly human love metamorphosed into mechanical logic.
The engine’s turbines revved up while the friction crumpled iron.
Man surrendered to this new construct of mechanical slavery whilst the invisible creatures of the great city resonated in vibration. The immortal machine encompassed all but fear of destruction. It took pleasure in death. In the void it swam, swam with no remorse. So it was decided! These turbulent and melancholic waves of death would suffocate everything in their mist through a sharp silent wind. It was final.

Sam Eyvaz – Seven minutes and twenty-seven seconds