In the ruins of neon and rust, the android gazed at the toxic dawn rising over the black waters.His cracked bronze face still held the expression of a man who once dreamed. His left eye pulsed with a cold light, while the right - the one that still remembered tears - stared toward a horizon that would never again belong to him.
Cables and veins intertwined beneath the corroded metal of his neck, a constant reminder that he was no longer pure machine nor fully human.“What’s left of us,he murmured in a voice broken by ancient static, “when the soul rusts slower than the steel?round him, the city sighed with the eternal hum of generators. And he, the last ghost of flesh and circuitry, could only feel an infinite melancholy: that of having sold his humanity… and discovering that the price was never enough.
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Dazstudio, genesis 8, dreamlight enviroment
NO IA