Blank Face Returns
The transformation is complete once again.
An automaton is reborn in day.
Atop its tower it ponders in silence.
Atop its tower it observes in relevance.
Once again it is disconnected.
Truly distant and dejected.
A path it marches onto.
But there is no one at it's side.
It's facade still active yet deep down it hides the truth.
Recording and replaying never creating.
None able to reach it as it's solitude grows.
Blankface remains....
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