Men of Iron, Amethyst (Patreon)

The Iron Man looms, a relic shaped by hands of time.
Hardened veins lie beneath his corroded skin.
His hollow eyes hold no light, only the ache of centuries.
Still he walks, bearing the silence of a world that forgot him.

The Amethyst Man rose, splintering the tomb of the earth.
Violet orbs gleaming with the hunger of first light.
Their crystal flesh hums with echoes of the deep below.
The sun they sought burns, and they do not turn away.

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People of The Portentous Realm- the DF world I had mentioned a few days ago. Still practicing my watercolors, you see.