My mood

They say she was once human… until she listened too long to the sky. One night, the rings of Saturn answered back—and took her head as tribute. In return, they gave her eternity.

Now she wanders through dying lands, her hollow ribs echoing with the memories of lost worlds. The earth decays beneath her steps, and even time hesitates when she passes.

But she is not a destroyer.

She is a witness.

And the small creatures that cross her path… are the only proof that something, somewhere, is still trying to survive