"The giant grinding stone within my head churns, fed by the wind that rages outside. I close the trembling windows of the windmill. I tread carefully down the wooden stairs, as the whole edifice shivers with the cyclic tension of the furious mill. What oppressing force compels the sails of this old edifice? What must one do to constrict its perpetual whirl, I ask the storm. Alas, no answer. Now the Mechanism - unattended and unconstricted - is free to gather momentum until its dark wheels and coils are strained beyond the point of shattering. All is wagered on the outside chance that the faulty parts will collapse first, restoring the remaining ones back to their dynamic balance."
"This is it."Starvation Theory
(...)
And the dragon in its depths muttered,
“Feed me or kill me,
but pray do not starve me”
Then he gave his wings a shake
And fell into a restless silence.
...