A man built from wire and wool, stitched together by hands too rough to admit they know the softness of thread. The skull hums with static, red nerves exposed like the guts of a broken radio, broadcasting every thought he was told to silence. Metal plates and melted wax try to hold it all in, but the seams are leaking, the colors running, the whole structure sagging under the weight of its own design. He was told to be strong, so he armored up—only to find the real war was inside the suit.
