blackwork style, intricate, black thread, patterned, textured in a maelstrom of twisted clockwork machinery, a luminescent automaton thrashes and screams in agony, its delicate fingers shredding gears and cogs as they writhe across the rusted surface like grasping tendrils of a living thing. the ticking sounds degenerate into a cacophony of shrieking whistles and screeching gears, harmonizing with the howling wind that threatens to shatter the automaton's crystalline eyes, which blaze with an otherworldly fury as if fueled by the very chaos surrounding it. amidst the tempest of clattering metal and swirling mist, the air is heavy with the stench of smoke and ozone, imbuing the scene with a sense of apocalyptic despair and forgotten terror.