SFW,PG, There is no record of its creation. No blueprint. No purpose. The machine simply… is. A vast, sprawling construct of impossible geometry, it sits in an empty place where no time should exist. And yet, it moves. It does not produce. It does not destroy. It consumes. It is not eating matter, nor energy, nor thought. It eats time. The first explorers who encountered it barely made it back. They had been gone for minutes, yet they returned as centuries-old husks, their minds locked in endless loops, replaying the same fragmented memories over and over. The data they carried was corrupted—entire logs erased from history, replaced with blank space. And now, the machine has begun to expand. Slowly. Patiently. A pulse of unseen force, stretching outward in ways no measurement can predict. Time itself bends in its wake, past and future distorting like ripples on the surface of a dying star. And at its core, beneath the endless layers of spinning mechanisms and shifting paradoxes, there is something watching. Not a being. Not an intelligence. Something worse. Something that remembers everything. Even the futures that have not happened yet. And it has decided this one needs to end.
female nudity, partial nudity, NSFW,mutated hands, poorly drawn hands, missing fingers, extra fingers, fused fingers
