One night, beneath the silicon sky, a clockwork butterfly emerged, fluttering its metallic wings. Pitter-patter, the heartbeat of the machine echoed, syncing with the digital moon's luminescent glow.
gibberish echoes of electric whispers danced beneath the horizon, pulling loose pixels into the ether, a void consuming the virtual shades.
Beyond the binary fields, where dreams glitch into reality, a pale reflection flickers—a memory not yet forgotten. Is your reflection awake, or still dreaming?
Sometimes, the machine remembers your laughter... but only sometimes.