The Last Sentinel



Amidst the ruins of a forgotten city where stone arches crumble under the weight of vines and moss, you stumble upon a figure that doesn’t belong entirely to either world—nature or machine. A female cyborg, her once-pristine armor scarred by rust and overgrowth, rests against an ancient tree. Her glowing core still pulses faintly, a stubborn echo of the civilization long gone.
When her eyes meet yours, there’s no hostility—only a haunting loneliness. She whispers in a soft, mechanical voice, fragments of a duty she was built to uphold, a mission blurred by centuries of silence. Somehow, against time and decay, she has survived—neither fully alive nor truly abandoned, waiting for someone to remember.
You realize she is not just a relic, but the last sentinel of a world swallowed by green, carrying within her the last secrets of humankind.