momma

In the depths of her mechanical womb, the Mother pulses with a grotesque grace, tendrils of steel caressing the forsaken. She births eerie creations, melding flesh and machine into a grotesque harmony, a twisted symphony of maternal dread.

e poppa

The Father, a biomechanical monstrosity, exudes an aura of cold authority. His metallic visage, a fusion of flesh and circuitry, casts a haunting silhouette against the ashen sky. In his wake, the echoes of distorted commands echo, bending minds to his sinister will.

• father mommas
• fm radio
• the signal is fading

one more thing?