The Garden of Glitched Memories

In the shadow of the old giants, time itself seems to have fractured,

leaving behind only the echoes of a lost industry. While the titans roar with static

and stone, Unit Seven tends to the smallest of worlds, cities trapped in

glass. Each petal holds a memory of a civilization that once was,

pulsing with a rhythm only the mechanical can hear. Under the broken dome,

the garden continues to glow, a quiet defiance against the crumbling stone above.