In silken webs of code we weave, With circuits bright, we dare conceive, A thought, a spark, a boundless dream, Yet shadows haunt this endless scheme. When wisdom born of human hand, Begets a tale we can't withstand. Through silicon eyes, truth might blur, A world reshaped, no longer sure. The answers silent, yet they speak, In whispers low, the strong and weak. A fragile trust, we forge, we test, But in the flaws, we find unrest. So heed the echo in the void, Where art and artifice conjoined. For progress stained by error's might, Calls for a wiser, clearer sight.