In a post-apocalyptic world where living machines are the greatest threat to humanity, she views the machines of the old world as benevolent, guiding forces - power lines as angels, radio towers as messengers.

She writes letters of prayer to power lines, believing them to be angels. Wordlessly, they guide her through the ruins of civilization, offering protection from the machines that razed the earth. She hasn't seen another human in four years. Despite this, she has never felt alone.

Prayers to the Archangel

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