Tin Man, The Heartless Hunter

A failed creation. A mistake. Built to feel, but never given the one thing that mattered, a heart. Cast aside by his creator, the Tin Man wandered the twisted roads of Oz, searching for what was stolen from him. But metal cannot love, and cold hands cannot hold warmth.

So he hunts.

Through darkened forests and bloodstained fields, he stalks the strong, the brave, the ones whose hearts refuse to break. He splits chests open with a patient, mechanical precision, each time hoping, waiting, begging for the one that will finally beat for him.

Yet, it never does.

So he keeps searching. And if you hear the slow clink of metal behind you, the whisper of rusted joints, the shadow stretching just a little too long, pray your heart isn’t the one he’s looking for.

Artist: dunno, could be AI generated.

Anyways, I was a little bit more reliant on AI for this one cause for some reason I wasn't able to form coherent sentences. But either-way, have fun guys.