I wrote this on Haloween. I have no clue what is going on, or who the mech is. Any thoughts?
In the shadow of Vos the Seekers danced. The sun sparked dancing patterns off their wings. Their contrails traced spirals of infinity in the clear air.
Slowly, the mech who watched them realised that he had been standing here, watching them, for a long time. A very long time.
Bewildered, he drew his optics away, reaching up to touch his helm with his finger tips. There were no damage reports from his CPU. His systems murmured along gently.
Do we no longer please you? The mech looked up, startled. A Seeker hovered just above his head, staring down at him. No longer in jet form, its red optics flared.