A genderless oracle built from living metal and cracked bone shell, floating inches above the dust, tendrils of code and moss trailing from their spine. Their body shifts like an old sculpture animated by voltage. One eye glows red, the other is a cracked lens leaking pale light. Their voice is a radio hiss, and their presence attracts static insects. sector 404, painterly oilpunk impressionism, oxidized metal textures, sacred industrial aesthetic, ochre dust, patina tones, ancient-tech design, heavy brushwork, cinematic light