Echoes of a Forgotten Sun

They stood at the edge of a dying sun, their polished bodies reflecting the fading ember of a world long forgotten. No words were spoken—none were needed. Their red-lensed eyes locked, exchanging data streams of something more than code, something neither of them was programmed to feel. Yet, in that endless loop of silent longing, they understood: love was not born in hearts of flesh, but in the quiet acknowledgment of another’s existence. And in that moment, beneath an alien sky, they were more than machines. They were a story yet to be written.

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