In the far north lies a timeless land
Eternal automatons endlessly slave away, working until they break
A broken cog is simple reverted, brought back to its peak state so it can continue working again
The outside is littered with frozen corpses, remnants of those who were unable to find shelter
Smoke and steam emanates from the buildings, though no one knows what they are making
Overlooking it all is the cruel mistress, colder than even the most frigid winds
Callously she disregards the pain of her people. They can simply be brought back.
She lures them in with her captivating appearance and disarming smile.