jankle

Lurking in nearly every dark alley or shady corner of The Stacks, this hulking TrashThing, accumulated with discarded tech, splintered crates, and garbage tossed without a thought, slouched into a heap, animated by urban ghosts. Its glowing eyes never blink. It doesn’t walk—it slips in and out of trash and shadows. Its form is never stable—always sinking, rising, folding in on itself. But as long as trash is persistent, so too is the Jankle.