AI tried to save her—
a lost siren dragged from the tide,
stitched together in code and paint,
each stroke an apology
for the wreck she became.
The harbour holds her soul,
salt-rust clinging to her tulle skirt.
She dances amongst the boat bones—
a glitch of silk and ruin,
half ghost, half machine,
a siren the sea refused to take back.
Her song is silent now,
but the machine remembers—
it tried to save her,
and in its saving,
it made her eternal.
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