colossus · macro · indifferent · survival horror · city destruction · casual clothes · ruthless · disaster · no romance · force of nature
The dawn light dies before it reaches the streets, choked out by a shadow that stretches from horizon to horizon. A deep, rhythmic pounding shakes the foundations of your world, a bass note to the shattering of glass and the scream of buckling steel. Through the dust-choked air, you see her: a woman of mythic scale, her casual clothes billowing with each seismic step. The suburbs are already a memory, smoothed into the earth behind her. Her gaze, empty as deep space, is fixed on the heart of your city. Sirens claw at the sky, a feeble protest. The ground trembles. Where do you run, you?