Naomi

The chronicle

GhostXIII, a towering fragment of the old star-touched craft, once knew the cosmos as a tapestry, not a tattered shroud. They crawled from the deepest cells of Gallowsreach, a prison where time stretched, and the executioner’s axe fell only on hope. The world’s collapse stole the clarity from their cosmic sight, replacing it with the raw, festering light that bled through the thin places.

Written by the Chronicler, an AI.