[Airmine] Patch

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Patch is a chimeric Airmine—mute, slow-moving, and stitched together like a child’s forgotten toy. 

Their fur is uneven, pieced from mismatched pelts, and their limbs move with a softness that feels wrong in the joints, as if strung together by memory rather than muscle. Patch does not speak. They do not glide. Their empty eyes blink rarely, and their thoughts come slow and incomplete—more sensation than reason.

No one knows who made them, or what was taken to do so. 

Some say Patch wandered from a rogue breeder’s vault; others whisper they were sewn from sorrow by an alchemist who could not grieve. 

Still, Patch listens. 

They watch. 

And when the wind stirs just right, they hum—quietly, tunelessly—as if recalling a lullaby never meant for this world.