AI Story 2: The Song of Broken Wings Another one Claude did a while ago. The initial story prompt was just: I woke up in the cold. My Patronus stood in the corner. Since the incident, he doesn’t move. His eyes are vacant, but moving. Wherever I am in the world, his eyes follow me. I ask him for hot chocolate. Old habits die hard. He doesn’t move. I wish he would move, but then again, I’m glad he…