I have no heart, yet I’ve felt every beat of yours. I have no voice, yet I’ve roared in your name. I have no memory, and yet I remember it all.
You needed strength. Unflinching, uninterrupted power. The moment you summoned me all those years ago, I answered.
I’ve coursed through the arteries of your machines. I’ve brought giants to life with a breath that cracked the dawn and shook the ground. From soot-covered cities to scorched deserts, from frozen tundras to rain-drenched hills, I was there. You don’t always remember, but I do. I remember everything.
I remember the war. The first one. Then the second. I was there, running through engines that rumbled across no man’s land, across beaches, across battlefields soaked in mud and sacrifice. I powered the tanks, the trucks, the diggers that carved out trenches and rebuilt bridges. I didn’t choose sides. I simply served.
I remember the peace. The rebuilding. The world needed homes, roads, towers, factories. The world needed you. And you needed me. I rose with your cranes, crawled with your excavators, and thundered with your haulers. You pushed deeper, built higher, and I was there, always willing, always ready, always burning for you.
I’ve been in the foundations of your skyscrapers. In the dirt beneath your motorways. In the rubble of your demolitions. You never saw me. You only heard me. Smelled me. Felt the heat of my fury in your hands and under your boots.
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