"the machines never tire, constantly slaving away at the mountains. Shaping it as they work. Some take the form of a sauropod, the pistons on their back pumping away in order to keep them running. The body of such machines are dented and rusted through centuries of tedious work. In the darkness of the midnight hour, you can hear their wails from the mountain. Miserable and hollow though they are, you should never feel sorry for them."

The original design of the creature is from a game made by sonar studios called creatures of sonaria.

This is the epilogue of a certain story I am working on. It's a small project that I will try to keep up with

(edit, decided that this will just be a piece of creative writing that i may come back to, nothing more. sorry!)