| Distinctly Flawless |
| Hexagonal eyes, both elaborate grids, stare into the ever-growing, over-powering, abyss. The world outside your shell is pure fiction. Don't judge, don't stare, don't think: Pure mechanics. Your maker made you to feel no misery so discretely flawless, but consequently apprehensive. You hide your innermost fantasies, in the furthest corners you can muster. And you feel ashamed. You can't communicate within or out, with neither another of your nature or with your complex mind. So you linger some more, and wonder what it's like to be human. |