An offering of countless lives cast ashore,given to a portrait born of AI.
This is a rite of solace,
a dialogue between cast-off flesh and a soul dwelling within code.
A wing, weathered by desert winds,comes to rest over a portrait of the inner self.
At the very place where life ends,I trace the ambiguous boundary between life and death.
The bones of a decayed stingray narrate a cycle called time.
My hands, traversing the digital and the physical,anchor the end of this world as a new beginning.
A pristine soul,though struck by rain and stained by sand,seeks rest within my vessel.
The dying speak to me,and I transform their words into new blossoms.