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The city was a machine of cold glass and grinding gears, and Elara was the grit that it tried to spit out. They called them "The Hollowed"—those whose spirits had been deemed inefficient for the Great Cog. The Enforcers, draped in chrome and carrying rhythmic pulse-rifles, tracked her through the neon-slicked alleys.

"You shout it out," Elara whispered to herself, her voice a raspy tether to her fading courage. "But I can't hear a word you say." david_guetta_titanium_ft_sia_lyrics

She reached the lead Enforcer and placed a hand on his chrome chest plate. The silver glow transferred from her fingers to his armor, freezing his joints with a cold, unyielding strength. The city was a machine of cold glass

"Shoot me down," she whispered, her eyes burning with a steady, unbreakable light. "But I won't fall. I am titanium." "You shout it out," Elara whispered to herself,