Forged in the void rather than birthed in it, the Iron-Born Oracle stands as a testament to a civilization that sculpted souls out of metal.
Its body is a cathedral of alloy and starlight—
ridges of forged titanium intertwine with veins of molten plasma, pulsing like a metallic heartbeat.
Every plate, every conduit, every curve was shaped with intention:
not to imitate life, but to refine it.
The Oracle’s gaze burns with an ember trapped inside steel,
a reminder that even the coldest metal can hold consciousness.
Across its chest, the furnace-core radiates a violent glow,
casting sparks through the biomechanical lattice that wraps around its form.
It is less a body, more an engine of prophecy—
a machine that remembers the stars it was built to interpret.
This being represents a future where identity is smelted,
where memory is etched in alloy,
and where enlightenment is hammered into existence.
