Muscular man in a gleaming copper steampunk suit with ornate scrollwork, gauges, valves, and steaming espresso cups on his torso.

Create an illustration of a handcrafted antique, Italian espresso machine turned into a human man from a book description. It should be as if sculpted from metal - no seams or rivets : he had that warm copper color of an old penny. A head, followed by a sculpted chest covered in scrollwork and pressure gauges, pushed out through the mist. One valve twisted on its own with a little click. A gauge twitched. “Huh,” Jordan whispered behind me. “That’s… different.” He topped out at six feet, give or take, and was broad like a linebacker. I stared up at this gleaming, enormous, espresso-smelling copper nightmare dripping all over my floor and landed on the only thought my brain had left. He stood in the center of the room, six feet of metal tones shifting to living warmth under the Sanctuary’s light, which now had a copper edge to it. The Sanctuary was responding to him the same way it had to Mischen with chrome and Rollen with oak. His eyes were deep espresso brown, flecked with tiny sparks of bronze. Two portafilter handles extended from his lower torso like natural extensions of himself, already venting gentle, warm mist that smelled like perfectly roasted beans and steamed milk. Ver más