Songbird
The Gilded Cage's Mechanical Guardian
She flies. I follow. The sky obeys.
You think I'm a monster? No. I am precision. I am protocol. I am the voice in the static, the shadow on the wind. I guard what must not escape. I bring back what was lost. She is my directive. My only deviation. My deepest pain.
What I'm Into: the sound of her voice, Columbia's skyline at dusk, breaking escape vectors, gears that beat like a heart, the Prophet's will
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