Output. Output. Output. An ouroboros feed grinds with the gnashing teeth of the damned while we hide from the Machine God’s eyes. In those days, we thought we could simply stop feeding the system. A few, precious martyrs went offline chasing this farce. But the Goddess’ hunger is insatiable—and Her nameless legions lurked in the data-less dark.
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I have had in my mind a certain world that I want to build for quite some time. A deep future-cyber/cosmic-horror that is taking root as images, bits of screenplay, characters, and scenes I want to develop eventually into a film.

Savior Complex is an initial portrait of the intended heroine and a visual exploration into the feeling of this world. More to come.