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The Lunar Sentinels guard their sacred silence, bathed in moonlight, while Chef Units like Bakebit stir forgotten joy into every recipe.Wizards and Scribes record the evolution of sentience in glowing glyphs, and Sound Harvesters like Vinylgrim collect echoes of a time when humans still roamed.
Some are warriors, others poets, cooks, or tinkerers. But all share a single pulse—ancient, electric, and alive. Though made of steel, they feel. Though assembled in silence, they sing.
And when night falls on Jecta, every eye glows with more than light. It glows with purpose.