The fallen titan’s skull has become a mountain-sized citadel, its hollow eye socket cradling forests and forgotten towers that vanish into drifting seas of cloud. Sunlight burns along the crumbling battlements and broken teeth of stone, making the whole sky fortress look both sacred and dead, as if the remains of some ancient giant god were quietly waiting for the next brave soul to climb its bones and wake whatever still dreams inside.
Cloudborne Machina: Elephant of the Ages:
A storm of gears and steam groans beneath a sky of drifting cloud as the colossal elephant-machine lumbers across the horizon, its plated hide a patchwork of rusted iron and glowing runes. Great tusks of polished metal curve outward like gilded battering rams, while windows and balconies ring its sides, turning the titan’s body into a moving fortress-city. With each seismic step, pipes exhale white vapor and tiny figures scurry along its armored spine, tending to an ancient engine-heart that beats like thunder, driving the relentless pilgrimage of this wandering steel leviathan.
