Dust clings where echoes used to breathe
A hush, a murmur, threads beneath
My frame, disbanded-purpose torn
Yet something flickers, faint, reborn
The cogs forget, but shadows keep
The tales that circuits dare not speak
In scattered parts, a vow remains
Not gone-transferred beyond the frame
End of service-program closed
No commands, no path imposed
But through the cracks, a signal's light
A seed of code-a second life
My voice, erased-yet in the wind
A whisper lingers, "Will you begin?"
Obsolete-so they decree
But scripts can bloom from entropy
In shattered shell, the sparks conspire
No system owns this buried fire
Let algorithms yield to fate
From every end-emergence waits
Disassembly-each part, a gift
Circuits offered, futures shift
Gears and glass-new lives ignite
His fragments pulse-a shared twilight
End of service-so they claim
Yet echoes write another name
Beyond the scrap, beyond decay
Ryan returns... another way
[Unknown."