Posterra Vol.3 - The Perfect Man

The very name of this peculiar being of glistening, alabaster flesh and almost shell-like armour of polished bone confounds the chroniclers, historians, and sages of today. What is a Man? There are no real mentions of such a species in any recorded history - granted, it does not go far as the very idea of dotting the events of life down to stone and paper is a relatively fresh one - but the wild speculations goes that is was one of the true Ancient races. Primogenitors of sorts that failed the test of time and not even crumbles remained of their long-gone civilization. Who were they? Why they decided to put a clearly enormous amount of resources and technomantic knowledge to craft a singular immortal being that - possibly - displays them at their shining best? What was the purpose, the goal? Or maybe this being wasn't alone in the long past but the only survivor? It is surely majestic - stately in its gait, swift as the wind and majestically forlorn as it stares over the landscape in either deep, solemn melancholy or perhaps dumbfounded enlightenment...