Humanoid

sketchfab

Boxhead sprints through the gloomy landscape at a snail's pace, his feet pounding out a slow and deliberate rhythm on the dusty ground. The wind whips through his hair as he moves, sending it flying in every direction, but he doesn't flinch. His eyes are fixed intently on some point ahead, his gaze unwavering as he runs with all the speed of a snail.