Imagine a room in which a somewhat sleek machine continuously presses out the same product over and over again. The room is bare, the process is almost soothing.
But is incredibly unsettling at the same time. It does not seem to have an on or off switch, it can be placed nearly anywhere else and yet it continues to provide its product without pausing.
When it runs out of materials. It simply waits. Poised to resume it's craft.
Is is undoubtedly functional, but no one wants to use it, even if they must eventually.
That is Yhur.
But is incredibly unsettling at the same time. It does not seem to have an on or off switch, it can be placed nearly anywhere else and yet it continues to provide its product without pausing.
When it runs out of materials. It simply waits. Poised to resume it's craft.
Is is undoubtedly functional, but no one wants to use it, even if they must eventually.
That is Yhur.
