Mist, Metal, and a Melancholy Mission

A subtle breeze, cold and lifeless, snakes through the lifeless grass, beneath clouds that hang heavily, casting an oppressive darkness. The machines from another world hum with an insidious energy, draining the very life force from Nyx's planet.

The air is heavy with a sense of despair, as if the mist itself bears the weight of the world's fading vitality. The horrid metallic structures, twisted and menacing, remind the inhabitants of the irreversible decay, and Nyx moves through this silent graveyard with a heavy heart.

As she navigates the rocky shores, once vibrant and teeming with existence, now suffocates under the malevolent shadow of alien technological dominance. Nyx, a lone figure in this somber saga, presses on through the darkness, a witness to the sorrow that permeates every inch of her forsaken realm.

~🤖 T & T 👾