They were all smashed up inside. All of them. She could have told them that. She could have let them know, dropped a hint, gave them a clue. But no, no, she didn't. And they dragged their broken bodies across the streets, up the elevators and through the work places. She could know why, she could understand. She always did. They needed to be fixed. All of them. she could show them how, but she didn't. She would never. She would watch them as they dropped their pieces. They were so very important. The cranks and the bolts, the wires and the chips. Little bits were always breaking off. And they would never notice. They would never notice. And she could show them, she could put them back together. But she didn't. She never did. She watched the clockwork cities began to lose seconds. She laughed as the hour hands began to go turn in reverse. She grinned from the corridors below as the old wheels began to rust and slow. This machine would break. She knew it. She always knew it, and she would never fix it. This machine would never run long. She understood since the first nail was driven. It would break, It would fall, It would tumble down in a great cry.It would desecrate the little machine people within,As their machine city would fall ,break, smash to pieces. And she didn't mind at all. The game was over, she thought, it was time to start again . . . As the tiny machines with their fragile bodies scattered across the ruined landscape. They were all smashed up inside. All of them.
this story was really great. its got mystery, a very great aura of mystery. i really want more if it wasnt the end winter fang
