Almost Human 001

A jagged monument looms where the horizon died. Flesh turned to slag. Glass cooled in place of skin, mid-scream. Within the thorax, a stolen star writhes. A caged, nuclear eye bleeding blue radiation through synthetic veins. It does not pulse with blood, but with cold, calculated permanence. The air thickens with static. Floating embers drift like ash from a burning sky, trapped in an endless, hazy void. Human biology was never the final form. It was merely the fuel.

Listen to the hum. A suffocating, violent silence.