! In neon-lit streets of Edo's embrace, A cybernetic samurai, a lone, haunted face. Enhanced by steel, his spirit aflame, In a future's guise, an ancient game. With wires entwined, and circuits ablaze, He wielded his sword in a modern-day maze. In a realm where tech met the samurai's code, He walked a path, a warrior's abode. No patron, no sponsor, no master's hand, Alone he traversed this futuristic land. In shadows he lingered, a silent ghost, No honor bestowed, no victory boast. The neon glow cast shadows deep, As he pondered the price of honor to keep. For a samurai's soul knows no compromise, Yet in this future, he faced endless ties. No lord to serve, no clan to claim, Alone in his struggle, a warrior's shame. The code of Bushido weighed heavy and dire, In this cybernetic world, where values expire. With circuits conflicted, his spirit in war, He knelt in resolve on the cold metal floor. The sword at his side, his heart heavy set, He embraced the blade, with no regret. In a final act, he closed his eyes tight, Shutting down circuits, ending the fight. Harakiri, the end to his cybernetic quest, In the silence of shutdown, he found his rest. No longer haunted by honor's cruel call, In deathly peace, he surrendered all. A samurai's tale in a futuristic sphere, Where the code of the blade, echoed crystal clear, rfcreaturae <lora:rfcreaturaev3:1>