Alone in both space and nature stands a woman wrought of chrome. Where chill-dimpled skin would wrap her form, instead swirls a lattice of palladium, interlocking in innumerable delicate silver spirals. Nestled beneath each fractal arch formed therein, lies yet further masses of machine; for each, function considered and, with purpose, placed. Her attention shifts cautiously 'twixt where and else. She's backdropped by a world in which she belongs, but to which, she does not.
True Kin and their lovely Cybernetics are the only things I care or know much about in relation to Qud.
I really need to expand my interests.
Though I won't. 😭
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