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Deep within a ruined steampunk metropolis, where gears the size of buildings lie rusted and motionless, a single mechanical phoenix perches atop the remnants of an old clock tower. Its body is composed of intricate golden plates, its wings lined with delicate filigree, and its eyes glow with the last remnants of fire. The city, once vibrant with machinery, now sits silent beneath an amber-hued sky. As the phoenix tilts its head, the ancient clock behind it suddenly ticks for the first time in centuries. , aidmabaldursgate3, aidmamj6.1, aidmafluxpro1.1