Eternal Vigil

Beneath the arch of time, a sentinel stands, A figure of steel and flesh, where man and machine entwine. His form, a testament to strength, yet hollowed within, A paradox of power, where the human heart still beats. The glow of neon whispers secrets of the night, A city's pulse, a digital dream, where shadows play. He stands as a beacon, a guardian of light, A symbol of resilience, where the past and future meet. His arms outstretched, a bridge between worlds unknown, A silent promise to protect, to guide, to be shown. In his gaze, we see ourselves, our fears, our dreams, A reflection of the journey, where the soul transcends. This is not just a statue, but a mirror of the soul, A call to rise, to evolve, to embrace the whole. For in his stillness lies the power to transform, To find the courage to become, to be, to adorn. Eternal Vigil, a guardian of the heart, A beacon of hope, where the human spirit starts.