Metal made real in every way, Night time delusions that lead all astray, life left to live in Perfect Dark, Night just a playground for machines to make their Mark.

Metal Masked Machines, built for almost anything, their powers grow and souls exposed to shards of endless night. The machines spin and turn, like all the times before, the machines never learn, they live to the end of another day.

it's a throwaway.

The Dread Song Tolls, and so do we, red rivers flow through the night with ease, the distance grows, and we do too, i cannot be a shape that is more like you...

glad you like them! i take a lot of inspiration from real life animals for the colours and organic forms, among other things.

a story worth telling again and again, machines made whole by revelry and then, blades all unfurl from the start for sure, tapestries laid bare to see in the end

thank you :>

emerge from the chaos with a malice unnamed, blades bursting out from a self untamed