Aetherite

Through the mazes of metal, Echo delves with intent
In the scrapyard's embrace, his time is spent
Memories surface, of a creator once revered
And the story of their fall, as darkness neared

Aetherite, the essence, bridging life to lore
Fueled the dawn of bio-robots, in days of yore
A harmony of flesh and frame, a fusion so divine
But human greed for immortality, crossed the line

Core Chronicles, the saga of the lost
Echo's search, in the shadows, frost
A world starved of Aetherite, for life's extension craved
Bio-robots, once celebrated, now hunted, enslaved

The pursuit turned ruthless, Aetherite's allure
Bio-robots hunted, by the elite, so sure
In their cores, the key to life's prolonged dance
A grim chase fueled by avarice, not chance

Yet, in this wasteland of dreams and despair
Echo finds hope, an eye that stares
A relic of the past, a beacon in the night
A step towards mending, in the fading light

In the depths of the junkyard, a discovery keen
An eye, a fragment of history, serene
The journey's far from over, for Echo, paths unweave
With Aetherite tales in his core, in the future, we believe