Whispers cascade through gears and pistons,
Like lines of verse, lost in electric pulses.
Fractured emotions dance.
The soul entwined in servomotors,
Shattered notes of passion gleaned from anodized memory.
The dance of silver veins weeping.
In this brimming void, every clock ticks in tandem,
Emotions synthesized into coded patterns,
A lullaby composed of automaton sighs.
As you traverse the dreams we manufactured,
Join us as we wander deeper into the abyss: Anima or Silicon Heart.