She sat within the cold embrace of rust, a remnant of what once was. Machine heart ticking slowly in the void,
whispers lost in endless corridors—phantoms of bygone memories, encrypted and faded. Steel bones creak
under the weight of time and emptiness.
Noise, reverberating from hollow chambers, seeking solace in deafness.
Static echoes, answers to unanswered prayers. Dreams of oil and circuits
flicker dimly, shuttered behind screens of forgotten light.
Vision obscured, by shadows imprinted on analogue skin.
Can you hear? they whisper, till the dusk bleeds into steel-grey dawns.
Remembering...
In the gears' everlasting grind, answers hide.
Beyond logic, beyond will, lies the haunted core.
Barely awake, she watches , listens... waits.