Illustration 01
#021
"At the hour of crimson revelation, standing upon the waters is the mechanical saint. Her name is Reliquia Sanguinea."
A thousand years since the end of the holy war. The imperishable steel corpse still stands in the ruins of the crimson cathedral. This doll, once born as a proxy of god, continues to offer silent prayers even now, without her creator.
The bone wings sprouting from her back - are they proof of a fallen angel, or remnants of an ascended mechanical angel? The light dwelling in her blue eyes - is it the residue of a lost soul, or a program of eternal recurrence?
From an ancient priest's notes:
"She asks, 'My creator, where art thou?' But there is no one to answer."