Mechanical Ascension

In twilight's hush, where shadows dance and play, A fusion of flesh and steel comes to stay. A visage once pure, now transformed by art, A mechanical heart, where love and fear depart. The eyes, once bright, now dimly gleam, As gears and wires weave a mystic dream. The skin, once soft, now hardened steel, A testament to progress, or a fate to conceal. In this fusion, we find a strange allure, A beauty born of metal, and a soul obscure. The mechanical maiden, a sight to behold, A blend of human and machine, a story untold. In this convergence, we see a future's gate, Where man and machine entwine, an uncertain fate.