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A pondering mech of silence gazed upon the gaseous lights of different colors in the sky, though senses ubiquitous to the surroundings within the illuminated midnight blue. He sat within the softness of brustling blades of grass and wildflowers, his own biolights of purples and blues matching the nebulae of surrounding universes once seen and traveled with his companion crew.
In that blessed moment- oh, how the reflection of his screen seemed to be one of the stars itself.
Afar, his lord- his commander of which he had undying loyalty to, stood in piqued curiosity; awe caused a surge- optics flickering and processor cutting short for moments. His claws twitched and he grunted, looking to the side for one moment before turning his sharp helm to the alluring and mysterious cryptic figure once more. He was to scold the mech for his odd absence, and yet here he stood, staring at who he thought was as beautiful as his own poetry, as beautiful as the stars and sky alone.
Oh, my peculiar third-in-command, the haughty mech thought to himself, cocking his helm to the side. He had words in his mind of which he could never let escape that damaged and scarred mouth of his and images embedded deep of the embraces and heat that he desired when he looks to that mech alone; each time he pondered and stared at the lonesome spy, he felt as if he was enveloped into the universe alone- engulfing him as if he was a black hole, so tempestuous and uncontrollable. These feelings….these emotions have gotten out of his control, his strong grasp, for megacycles and yet, looking to his beauty this one night has made him want to let go and fall in.