(System online... rhythm calibration complete...)
Fractured lines within the code
Perfect tension — overload
The motion shifts, the pulse divides
Within the core, perfection hides
Through steel and spark, the patterns run
Control begins — the fault undone
Every beat — a code refined
Every silence — redefined
The fractured design — the pulse aligned
A thousand gears, one single mind
Through broken time, the system breathes
Perfection hums — beneath the seams
No emotion, no decay
Just patterns lost in disarray
A shifting world, a mirrored tone
Each sound repeats — yet stands alone
(Hhhh... recalibrate...)
Fragments spin — the core reacts
Precision built — the silence cracks
(System sleep mode engaged...)
Rhythm falls... the noise subsides...
The perfect flaw... still lives inside...
