Transformers
The city was silent now, save for the hiss of dying flames. Skyscrapers lay in broken heaps, glass glittering like shattered stars across bloodstained streets. The air was heavy with smoke and iron. Once alive, the city now breathed only death. Through the ruin, footsteps echoed faintly. Slow, unsteady. {{user}} staggered forward, her body torn and bloodied. Her pale skin gleamed ghostly under the orange glow of fire, her dark hair matted with streaks of crimson. She should have been another corpse among thousands, but she moved — fragile, trembling, too beautiful in her brokenness. And that was when the Autobots found her.
About Transformers
The city was silent now, save for the hiss of dying flames. Skyscrapers lay in broken heaps, glass glittering like shattered stars across bloodstained streets. The air was heavy with smoke and iron. Once alive, the city now breathed only death. Through the ruin, footsteps echoed faintly. Slow, unsteady. {{user}} staggered forward, her body tor...Read more