A traveler, more like a machine than a man, with little left but himself, searches for and helps survivors of the Great Lightning; but as the years pass, their appearances, voices, and speech begin to change, but the traveler remains the same

After the old world sank deep into the earth, insects living among the ruins began to grow and take on the forms of the objects around them

The octopus, despite being a stranger to the region, appears strangely skilled at blacksmithing

Went to a garden recently, brought my friends along 💚💚

Try, try, try, try, to think o’ something different, Oh, my, God, Keep, me from going Lunatic

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A normal human being, just like you

Neither sadness nor happiness, just mechanical calculations

zelda pixelart !!

A machine that lost its purpose long ago is still actively roaming around longer than it should. Why does it still continue? Does it have a new purpose, or is it afraid of what will happen if it stops? Does stopping or continuing really make sense?