Automata Anthology: Wanderer

A series of small impressions line the river shore. A small crablike mechanism subsides by a small sandy peninsula. It has a worn wooden boxlike body with spindly segmented metal legs just barely holding it up. It's many probosci and tubes are testing the water. The sound of gears turning and grinding can be heard from the box. A screech emanating from the being rattles the sand, and leaves ripples of discontent in the crystal clear water. The mechanism starts to walk clumsily away into the orange hue blazen horizon only to start its habitual ritual forevermore.