ajweathbo. An dystopian enigmatic, timeworn StarWars DARK sith inspired automaton, its once- glorious brass plating now dulled by centuries of rain and creeping moss. Its biomechanical facemask, half- broken like a fallen black marble statue, bears the scars of forgotten wars, its fractured jaw locked in eternal silence. Lush green vines coil around its exposed clockwork, tiny glowing spores drifting from the cracks like whispers of an ancient intelligence. The air hums with unseen energy, as if the machine still dreams beneath its overgrown tomb. Soft, cinematic light filters through the mist, catching the gleam of corroded filigree—a portrait of a being neither alive nor dead, lost in the ruins of its own forgotten empire