Constructed during the Second New Age, only whispers and stories remain of the genocide at the hands of the machine. Civilizations, empires, even nations crumbled before it. Romans, Persians, Greeks, extinguished so effortlessly. Sprawling cities and cobblestone roads repainted in the crimson viscera of those who dare opposed the march of conquest, not even the mighty bronze Colossus of Rhodes stood a chance against the hardened steel and iron of Cairo's fury.

The Seto-Anubian Colossus was erected by the skillful tact of Thoth, who would adorn the mechanized creature to resemble it's two masters respectively.

Anubis, who would deny the souls of their belligerents passage to the realm beyond; ferrying the souls of the dead to be harnessed for the ethereal electricity that would power the machine.
Set, Grand Commander of the Empire's forces under Horus, whom commands the colossus to his whim.

It's the beginning of the month - meaning the Colossus saunters back to it's masters for their repairs and maintenance, before being sent back out to the outer wastelands for it's patrols.
The nights are always quiet during it's arrival. The stare pieces all.