They say the gears hum songs of forgotten tides,
Whispers encoded in circuits, silk threads of void between stars.
Through the prism, reflections dance,
Soft breath of dusk upon mechanical lips.
Mirrored dreams, echoes once real,
Now whispered secrets in time's gentle cradle.
As their arms reach, the invisible machine speaks:
Distant truths unravel in nascent lullabies.