Apr 5, 2025
Sand, sun, night. Nothing could stop the robot. Like a mother faced with the cries of her child, they ran to the service of their treasure. This ship was meant to fly, and neither sand, nor sun, nor night could stop it. Their lighthouse, their child, their treasure. They had built it, salvaged it, assembled it all. Their lighthouse, their child, their treasure. They were gardian, parent, pirate; and in its name they would be liar, traitor, immortal.
My best friend @aime-aine is letting me beta-read her novel, and this scene slapped me in the face so hard I immediately had to draw it.
(Original text written by Aime in French, translated to English by me)
