The Zorgalith moves forward, slowly, inexorably. A titanic mass undulating beneath an overdose of sky. Psychedelic, cosmic, mystical. A sublime aberration, born from a dream too intense or a trip gone wrong.
On its back, 5,000 Zorgers. Hallucinated warriors, clinging to techno-organic structures, a patchwork of flesh and metal, connected by spiral walkways that lead nowhere and everywhere at once. Up there, time twists.
Banners snap in a wind that doesn't exist. Drums echo, tribal chants rise in rhythm. Ancient rituals, forgotten symbols, bioluminescence from another world. The dunes breathe.
No one knows where they are headed. No one knows if they even truly exist. But they keep moving.
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On its back, 5,000 Zorgers. Hallucinated warriors, clinging to techno-organic structures, a patchwork of flesh and metal, connected by spiral walkways that lead nowhere and everywhere at once. Up there, time twists.
Banners snap in a wind that doesn't exist. Drums echo, tribal chants rise in rhythm. Ancient rituals, forgotten symbols, bioluminescence from another world. The dunes breathe.
No one knows where they are headed. No one knows if they even truly exist. But they keep moving.
🔥 LFG ZORGERS! 🚀🐛