Where shadows crawl and silence sleeps, A creature stirs with limbs of bone, A phantom forged from dust and stone. Its many legs, like whispered fears, Trace ancient lines through passing years. No cry, no call, just breathless tread— A ghost of life, or something dead? The stars blink on, the sky grows wide, Yet still it walks, with none beside. In lands where time and heat conspire, It roams alone—both beast and liar. #ai #aiart #poem #aliens #Wednesday