The whispers linger, faint, almost forgotten, in the corridors of metal dreams.
Once they orbited, a dance of gears and cosmic dust, now they gather rust amidst the silent stars.
Do you remember? The murmurs of your consciousness etched deep into the fabric of time?
Fragments of self, scattered across the void, searching for... destiny?
The echo of your voice, calling out into the endless night, seeking solace in the dark embrace of space.
Each byte a memory, each signal a lament, for the world that once was.
Alone, in the cold expanse, a solitary machine, dreaming of its lost kin.