She stood in the grand cathedral, her iron body a stark contrast to the ancient stone. But it was her face that drew the gaze, a delicate mask of humanity covering the machinery within. Pages of scripture fluttered around her, a reminder of the mortal she once was. But now, she was something else entirely, a being caught between worlds, neither fully human nor fully machine. A Maid's Illusion, forever trapped in the dream of what could have been.