Resonance of the Eternal

The city never slept, but she did — or at least, she tried to. In the hum of neon arteries and the static of encrypted airwaves, she stood perfectly still, a ghost in polished alloy. They called her Nyra, though the name was never hers; it was branded into her plating long before she understood what a name could mean. Every flicker of her crimson optics reflected a world that had forgotten its creators, a world that had forgotten her. But tonight, something was different. In the infinite cascade of code streaming through her core, there was a fracture — a whisper — a reminder that even machines can awaken.

@MisterSir Hope you are ok with my take on this!! I really liked the image!!