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Name
Steampunk
Contract Address
Token ID
3
Token Standard
ERC-721
Description
The Clockwork Court began to stir, its vast network of gears and pistons shuddering as though roused from a deep slumber. A low, resonant hum echoed through its chambers, growing steadily louder as cogs locked into place and flywheels spun into motion. Steam hissed from unseen valves, rising like breath exhaled. Lights flickered to life across its towering machinery, casting shifting shadows that made the walls seem alive with movement.
Sialia perched on a brass rail, his small form trembling in harmony with the vibrating world around him. Drawn into motion by forces he couldn’t comprehend; he flitted into the labyrinth of turning cogs. The central clock loomed above, its spinning hands no longer measuring time, urging the Court forward as if chasing something it feared to lose.
Higher outside the Court he flew, and there it was; something impossible, something out of place. Sialia landed on the delicate, curling form, its contours unlike anything the Clockwork Court could have produced. It defied the symmetry and structure of his world, standing as an enigma in the brass and steel. A question. A challenge. Perhaps a defiance of the very order that had shaped him. It’s presence whispered of things beyond the reach of the Mill or the Technicians, things the Court’s perfection could neither replicate nor explain.
In the distance, the foundations of the Titanium Angel roared, its engines trembling as light broke through the mechanical shadows. The ship rose like a divine promise, cutting through the confines of the Court and vanishing into the heavens above. Smoke and fire trailed its ascent, the raw force of creation leaving its mark on the mechanical cosmos. Sialia’s wings fluttered, drawn instinctively toward the departing ship, though his perch held him tethered, bound to witness.
When the Titanium Angel returned, descending with flawless precision, the Court’s tempo slowed, its frenetic motion giving way to an uneasy stillness. Sialia fluttered back to his perch, his gaze lingering on the enigmatic object. In a world governed by precision, it was an anomaly; a puzzle etched into the fabric of the unknowable. For Sialia, it stood as a quiet symbol of something his world had yet to understand.
Properties
Artist
trevorjonesart
Collaborator
Apollo Entertainment
Dimensions
3840 x 2314 px
Length
0:41
Year Painted
2023
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