There was a time. A time when Man could take his time to do a job with his hands. A great time. A time, when machines were born, large, hasty steel monsters, breathing with fire and steam. The times have pasted. Two centuries, at least. A Man is not bound to remember that as his is not bound by his deeds. Machines, however, are bound by the Master's mind, a beautiful god's creation, inspired to create magic through fire, coal and steam. The time has past, and cold, machines are left to die...
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Hanno Martius gave props (21 Jul 2008):
love the industrial cold blue colour and the composition!!
