In a sun-drenched meadow surrounded by rolling hills and wildflowers, a towering, moss-covered mech stands still—its form worn by time, nature reclaiming its surface. A young child gazes up at the machine, dwarfed by its scale yet unafraid, as if greeting an old friend. The mech, though built for war or labor, now carries a gentle presence, like a guardian or wandering relic from a forgotten age. The sky above is vivid and clear, filled with soft clouds and promise. This is a moment of quiet awe—where innocence meets forgotten power in a peaceful world.