Echoes.

And so, with the creak and strain of iron breaking caked rust and seeing for the first in years the break of day, this ancient thing awakes.  And as weary eyelids break the habit of their hibernation, they look on a world overcome by the strange, the beautiful, the unknown.

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Recalling the notes that once ushered forth in fluid fragrance of thought from this now frail and ragged form, it screams a jagged, deafening yawp. For the beast knows what it is to be a monster left behind by the world, and it will make the very earth recall its name.