5 months ago A wolf-human hybrid sits in an ancient stone chamber beneath a post-human city, surrounded by analog tape machines, gramophones, and decayed books. His fur is streaked with dust, eyes full of loss. He listens to the last recorded voices of extinct languages, etching them onto metal plates. Soft amber lighting, candle flickers, no neon, ambient stillness. Texture-rich, grounded, sacred atmosphere like an abandoned monastery. 56c0a3f0523 0 52