Karma is less of a survivor than an apparition—an afterimage that persists in a landscape that has been abandoned by humanity. She traverses the remnants of a civilization that has perished, where the Earth has reverted to a primordial battlefield where the great archetypes continue to clash. Or, it is possible that she is a forgotten divinity, reclaiming a domain of collapsed mines, rust-freckled sacrificial altars, and wind-tossed drifts of fabric that have been shed by billions of vanished bodies. She transforms into a living panopticon that fractures the surrounding ruin into a thousand recursive reflections, enveloped in a mantle of mirrored fragments.