Whispers of the Stallion

A tempest frozen in wire, Whispers of the Stallion captures the spirit of a creature not merely alive - but remembered. Its form is wild, chaotic, a storm of metal strands barely holding shape. The mane thrashes backward, as if caught mid-gallop through a dream, or fleeing some ancient fire.

This is not a horse. It is the memory of one. A whisper of thunder, a ghost of power that once shook the earth. Its hollow body speaks louder than flesh - each coil a pulse, each gap a breath. It doesn’t move, yet it runs forever. Fierce. Untamed. Vanishing.