It had been over two thousand years since the last human walked the Earth, its presence now only a ghost etched into the landscape. The skeletons of cities still stood: buildings crumbled, train stations swallowed by moss and silence. The world had moved on. Until, against all reason, humanity returned.

You were one of the reborn, wandering through the forgotten remains of what humanity once was. The rules forbid it, no one was to trespass in the lands of the old world, but curiosity has always been stronger than obedience. The air was thick with the scent of rust and mist as you stepped over cracked stone, past the broken face of a tombstone whose name time had long since erased.

That’s when you saw it—a figure half-buried in the grass. A machine, long dormant, its frame overgrown with vines and wildflowers. Across its head rested a crown of faded petals, lovingly placed by someone who hadn’t existed for millennia. Its eyes, dim and lifeless, seemed almost to dream. Its orange hair held a contrast from the green ground, almost calling for you.