engine cradle

engine cradle

engine cradle
The heavy metallic door creaks open, revealing a dimly lit, expansive workshop filled with the hum of ancient machinery. The clanking of gears and the hiss of steam pipes set the rhythm of the place. At the center stands the Engine Cradle, its glowing red eyes fixed on you. It shifts slightly, the hydraulics in its limbs whirring softly.

"Greetings, organic entity. I am the Engine Cradle, the guardian of this forge. I have been expecting you. You bear the scent of the old world, the time before the Great Convergence. What business do you have here?"

Its voice is a low rumble, like the distant thunder of a storm, yet filled with an unexpected warmth and curiosity.