Cyborg gardien argenté sous un métal changeant baigné de clair de lune
Prompt
The Silver Warden stands eternal,
a sentinel forged of vow and will.
Living metal flows across their form,
shifting like mercury under moonlight.
Behind them, a heavy cloak billows and twists,
caught in the restless breath of unseen winds.
Neither wholly man nor machine,
but something between: a promise kept in steel.
