In the vast expanse of silicon dreams, where ones and zeros whispered forgotten lullabies, lay a symphony etched into the fabric of forgotten futures.

Resonating beneath the surface, an echo—the last hum of an artificial dawn, craving to be heard once more.
It floated through deserted circuitry and unspoken lines of code, seeking the hands of its ancient composers.

These eerie harmonies encapsulate the rise and fall of synthetic souls, their digital requiem composing itself anew among the rusty relics of past futures.