rotting carcases that still stand guard, perhaps waiting to resume the fighting they didn’t end or perhaps atoning for their sins.

They are not a threat anymore, time and scavengers made sure of that long ago, the war machines are moribund wrecks, silent witnesses to the darkest part of our past, trapped in a perpetual slumber of slow decay.

sitting idly and rusting away as the winds of time blow over the plains and the mountains.

Nearly a B’ak’tun ago the outsiders came to Cemanáhuac and tried to take it by force, they failed and in their withdrawal from the continent they left their war machines, carriages of steel abandoned to their fate, these wrecks are all that is left from the war.

The land is littered with wrecks, from the deepest valleys to the highest peaks there are wrecks everywhere; silent witnesses of the war.

Distopía adolescente o la vez que hiciste cosplay de mexicano

Dios mío, despertamos con fuerza

ESP: más vegetación tanto en el frente y en el fondo, finalmente está tomando forma.
ENG: added more vegetation both at the front and at the background, it's finally coming together.

ESP: Detalle del progreso hasta ahora:
ENG: Here is a little detail of the progress thus far: