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Sight, a digital entity navigating the cybernetic abyss, unveils hidden secrets with unwavering determination. Her cold smile amidst digital danger betrays a cunning mind and extraordinary skill, manipulating both code and minds. Trusting neither algorithms nor alliances, she maneuvers through the chaos with prudence, her reserve a protective but impenetrable armor. Her life is a perpetual game of infiltration and escape, yet she remains the astute director of her electronic drama, deciphering the code of her existence with relentless resolve. Through the neural connections, she orchestrates a symphony of manipulation, bending the virtual world to her will, her presence akin to a determined ghost in the electronic shadows, always one step ahead in her quest for truth and control.
Painted by Fabrizio Bossetti
In the artificial light of her garage, a young woman with a grease-stained face contemplates her kingdom made of gears, pulleys and pistons. For her everything is a game, a challenge with herself to overcome her limits. Fixing, giving life and voice back to otherwise cold andinanimated objects, this is Milo’s magic. She smiles, among wrenches and scrap, because she knows that life must be built with one’s own hands, just like an engine, and you must be the one to start your flywheel.
Milo relies on herself, in a dystopian world where ingenuity and technology are the basis for survival, combining great skills and mechanical knowledge with that panache and lightness that distinguishes beautiful girls who know they are and are not afraid to prove it . She can do everything, queen in a world of machines that obey her like faithful subjects, bending to her will and coming back to life, under the delicate but firm touch of her expert and tapered fingers, which move with the same passion with which they would caress the body of long time desired lover.
He is the last of his race. In a world where technology and loss of values advance together, Kaito stands out in the smelly alleys of the technofavelas like a diamond among pieces of glass.
No one knows where he came from, or what secrets he hides under the brims of his ancient-style Kasa, but he walks the streets with confidence, a living herald of honor and tradition, values that are mostly forgotten but which instead go well with cybernetic grafts which Kaito does not hide, leaving his Haori half-open on his trained torso, living proof of the fact that between past and innovation, there is, and always will be, a binder thread.
Kaito smiles, because he knows that whatever challenge he will face, his weapons, ancient and modern, will take him beyond the obstacle.
