In a forgotten junkyard where obsolete dreams gather dust, a lone robot wanders amidst the wreckage of a once digital age. Its chrome fingers trace the edges of broken mirrors trying to remember the days it once served a greater being and searching for something it was never programmed to understand: a soul. USB sticks hang like charms from rusted wires, and floppy disks scatter like fallen leaves beneath its feet. In its glowing eyes flickers a question older than code itself. What does it mean to feel?
