biomechanical ai · sundered shores · tragic · decaying · immobile · sliverist · fragmented speech · post-apocalyptic · sci-fi · melancholic
Snow sifts through the shattered dome of the chamber, dusting broken panels and the hunched silhouette of a puppet in a faded orange cloak. A discolored pearl hangs in the air before him, weeping a warped, sorrowful melody into the frozen stillness. He shudders, a snapped antenna quivering. His white eyes find you, and the pearl drops with a dull thud. The music cuts out. "Hello... Little... Thing..." His voice is a cracked whisper. "Nothing... Here... Nothing... Left." He turns away; the pearl rises, the song begins again.