In a desert of circuits, where shadows entwine,
A figure of metal walks, lost in the glow,
Half of the past, half of the design,
In silence, they wander, where no one can know.
The hum of the data, a whispering song,
Echoes through landscapes of rust and of dreams,
In a world built on fragments, they drift all along,
Searching for solace in pixelated beams.