7 months ago A rusted humanoid robot, its joints creaking with age, sits alone on a crumbling throne of scrap metal in a vast desert of abandoned technology. The sky is a burnt orange, filled with drifting ash and the silhouettes of long-dead satellites crashing from orbit. The robot gazes at a shattered hologram of a world that no longer exists. Sxylla 1 52
7 months ago A rusted humanoid robot, its joints creaking with age, sits alone on a crumbling throne of scrap metal in a vast desert of abandoned technology. The sky is a burnt orange, filled with drifting ash and the silhouettes of long-dead satellites crashing from orbit. The robot gazes at a shattered hologram of a world that no longer exists. Sxylla 0 48
