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ArtistInside the vast Archive of Forgotten Inventors, Grimbold, a small goblin inventor with green skin, large pointed ears and a red scarf, is clearly riding on the back of Rusttooth, a large rusty mechanical dragon WITHOUT WINGS. Rusttooth is built as a true riding dragon with a broad back, visible saddle platform, sturdy mechanical body and plenty of space for Grimbold to sit comfortably. The pair stand prominently in the foreground while looking into an immense mechanical library filled with endless shelves of strange inventions, glowing crystal memory spheres, mechanical hearts, singing gears and flying librarian automatons. Towering brass archivists with glowing blue eyes move among the shelves. Massive gears turn inside the walls and golden light pours through enormous crystal windows beneath a gigantic dome. Sense of wonder, grand scale, magical steampunk atmosphere, highly detailed machinery, cinematic fantasy adventure, realistic painterly style, 4:3 aspect ratio, style of Ian McQue × Brian Froud × Donato Giancola, include a very small sterilized full-body white unicorn logo with delicate proportions and the text “AI by Unicorngraphics” beneath it in the bottom right corner.
As the Trackless Locomotive rushed through the glowing portal, the desert of Nar-Kar faded behind them like a distant dream. Grimbold clung tightly to Rusttooth’s back while vast gears of light rotated all around them. The tunnel seemed endless. Golden symbols drifted through the air like sparks, and more than once Grimbold thought he saw shadowy figures moving between the streams of light. At last the roaring began to fade. The locomotive slowed. Ahead of them stretched a structure larger than any city Grimbold had ever seen. The train entered a colossal station whose platforms extended for miles in every direction. Yet even here there were no rails. Hundreds of locomotives floated silently above the ground, each different from the next. Some were made of brass, others of silver, copper, or metals Grimbold could not recognize. Some appeared ancient, while others looked as though they had arrived from a future that had not yet happened. Above everything towered an immense building. Its spires vanished into the clouds beneath a gigantic dome. Massive gears turned within its walls, while crystal windows scattered shimmering light across the station. Above the main gate stood enormous metal letters: THE ARCHIVE OF FORGOTTEN INVENTORS. “By every rusty bolt,” Grimbold whispered. “This is larger than an entire kingdom.” Together they stepped from the locomotive. The moment their feet touched the platform, several automatons appeared. Their polished brass bodies gleamed softly beneath the station lights, and their blue eyes glowed with quiet intelligence. They moved more like librarians than guards. One of them approached and bowed slightly. “Visitors registered,” it announced. “First living guests in one hundred and ninety-eight years.” Grimbold was about to respond when the automaton continued. “The Archive welcomes Grimbold and Rusttooth.” The goblin froze. “How do you know our names?” The machine tilted its head. “All inventions remember their creators. All roads remember their travelers.” It offered no further explanation. Instead, it guided them through the immense gates. Beyond them lay the greatest library Grimbold had ever imagined. Endless shelves stretched upward toward the dome. Yet they held no books. Instead, thousands upon thousands of inventions rested in carefully organized compartments. Mechanical spheres, glass hearts, singing gears, self-writing pens, miniature engines, and devices whose purposes had long been forgotten filled the vast halls. Small flying automatons drifted overhead, endlessly cataloging and preserving the collection. “These are not the inventions themselves,” their guide explained. “These are their memories.” Curious, Grimbold stepped closer to a crystal sphere. Instantly an image appeared within it. He saw an elderly inventor standing at a workbench.
