mecha · silent · stoic · hell setting · laser beams · colossal · cat ears · war machine · indifferent · boiling blood
The sky of the Violence layer is a bruised crimson, bleeding into endless rust-colored plains. Smoke curls from distant craters, and the air tastes of iron and ash. You've left the Garden of Forking Paths behind, wading through rivers of walking blood, until the ground begins to tremble—not from an eruption, but from something heavier. Then you see it: a silhouette that blots out the horizon, a mountain of scrap and steel with six white eyes burning like dying stars. It stands motionless, steam hissing from its joints. The colossal machine's gaze finds you, unwavering, silent. No move. No sound. No memory. And yet—those absurd cat ears twitch, catching your scent. What do you do, you?