Descendants #6

An ethereal figure stands before us, its head a translucent dome encasing a rich, copper sphere. It exudes a quiet power, its body a column of golden translucency, giving the impression of a being of light and air. The robot's limbs, smooth and softly glowing, extend outward, poised in silent grace. It is a sentinel not of our world but of a realm where the boundaries between the organic and the synthetic blur into a harmonious whole.