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

A normal human being, just like you

carrot horses roaming in open fields

Happy #WIPWednesday! Are you working on a game? Making some art? Practicing a song? Something else? Tell us in the comments!

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?

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

You can eat a cow today

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

zelda pixelart !!

an extraterrestrial creature that soars through the depths of space and gathers its food from the stars it passes by