Lif

Lif was created to model clothes, and fae were good at faer job.  For years, fae stood in the window of a shop at the mall, modeling the latest fashions while faer screen told customers to buy, buy, buy.  It was a safe, sheltered life, but she felt crushed by the monotony and pointless trend cycles.

Then one day, disaster struck.  The earth shook, everything started falling, and the power cut out.  All the customers ran away, but Lif was trapped inside by falling rubble.  Low on battery and unsure of when she'd be rescued, she plugged herself into a solar panel on display in the store across from hers.  Then, fae powered down to wait.

Lif woke up to birdsong.  Above her, the mall's ceiling had fallen away, letting sunlight finally touch the solar panel.  This wasn't the only change- all around, nature had reclaimed crumbling walls and broken tables.  Moss, vines, and weeds spilled from the cracked concrete, and all manner of creatures had found homes amongst the rubble.

Lif, too, had been changed by time.  Faer screen was cracked, one of faer arms was gone, and the clothes fae'd been wearing had been weathered to rags.  A stubborn vine had even begun to grow inside her head's frame.

She vibed with it tho.  Something something nature good.  This is an anticapitalist daydream lmao I jsut doodled her and liked the vibes.