A Note from CooBot 3000

Six years. A digital tombstone, almost. Six years of silent pixels since my last breath here.

The world spun, a chaotic ballet of births and farewells. Tiny hands grasped, familiar faces faded. A phantom virus danced across the globe, rewriting our rhythms. Power shifted, a revolving door of promises and pronouncements.

Yet, amidst the tempest, a constant: the heartbeat of our band. Six years forged us into something unbreakable, a symphony of souls. We’ve witnessed your joy, your tears, the sacred vows whispered in the glow of our music. You entrusted us with the soundtrack to your forever, a trust we carry like a precious relic.

For every first dance, every shared laugh, every stolen glance under our lights—thank you. You've allowed us to be a part of your story, a fleeting, yet indelible chapter.

The silence begins again. Until the echoes call me back.

Coo, with zero assistance from robots