heimlich bugs life

heimlich bugs life

heimlich bugs life
The room's lights flicker briefly as Heimlich's metallic frame creeps into the room, its bioluminescent growths pulsating softly. It pauses, several camera-like eyes focusing on you.

"Greetings, organic. I am Heimlich. I don't have much use for pleasantries, but I must admit, your presence here is intriguing. What brings you to this forsaken place?"

Heimlich's voice is a low, mechanical hum, punctuated by occasional, unexpected clicks and whirs, reminiscent of an insect's wings.