"All I remember is aimlessly wandering through a land of empty sand. Gentle winds sing along the sand dunes. not a single sign of intelligent life. Or any life at all.

I've seen hundreds of skeletons. Even named a couple. Each of a different species with its own story to tell. Although a few times I almost thought I did, I never saw the same set of bones twice.

At this point, I no longer remember why I'm here. I am just moving in a straight line across this barren planet. searching for my purpose.

Why... Why was I created? Why am I here"?

HOLY MOLY THIS PIECE WAS A PAIN IN MY BACK

I spent like three to four days on it and now my wrists hurt. I might be out of commission for a bit after this huge piece.

The piece is related to the character's backstory. It's still a work in progress but basically, a nuclear war wiped out most life and his species(glassheads! A closed species in its early stages of development. Feel free to let me know if you're interested in the species and I can send you the discord chat) are supposedly the only thing you'll see for a long time in between safe zones and hideouts.