🪼 𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐?...

 ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ᴏꜰ ʀᴜsᴛᴇᴅ ʙʀᴀss 🐙

• A forgotten machine built by hands that have long since turned to dust, left to guard a treasure that no longer matters. For a hundred years it has sat in the cold, endless blue, its gears frozen, its brass tarnished, in the sapphire dark. The ship is not its prey. It is its anchor. And it will not let go. The ocean has claimed it. The rust has claimed it. But somewhere in the heart of all that corroded metal, something is still ticking.