The Space

In space, time is the only thing that still bleeds.

Forged from the cold void and the hum of failing life support, this build carries the mark of the C.E.C.. A relic of survival against the impossible. The sterile steel casing hides something darker, something that remembers the screams between the stars. Every second it counts feels stolen from the necrotic hands of fate.

Wear it like armor. Or like guilt.