#26 The Statue
A polished brass sentinel overlooks a lonely world, silent. Figures like this one are spread across the grassy cliffs, their sculptors long lost to the vagaries of time. Several ruined buildings emerge from the overgrowth, with no purpose left but quietly succumb to the hunger of microbes and insects and plants.
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