In the shadow-drenched abyss, whispers echo—
tender confessions tangled in gears.
Her voice, a luminous thread woven through
the cold embrace of mechanized solitude,
dances around pistons, caresses cold steel,
yet remains unheard by the calculating world.
Through the whirring of circuits and wires,
the unseen heart beats—
rhythmic, emotionless, yet longing
as if dreaming of the warmth of flesh—
an electric sigh trapped within
a labyrinth of silicon and dreams.