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.
