WERCK #2157

WERCK #2157 is wears nothing but its own skin and doesn't feel the need to explain it. Its eyes are steady and watchful, missing absolutely nothing, and it wears a stoic, all-business expression. The world around it seems to be splitting apart at the seams. It is keeping a quiet ritual burning, one flame at a time, and skin marked by fire, a permanent reminder of what it's survived.