After finding a wonderful pile of discarded tarps and scrap cloth, he soon was sleeping like a giant, scrawny, lonely, confused puppy. And then the nightmares started. He was alone, in a void. No color, just him. He then noticed he glowed a bright, luminescent silver. This part of the dream wasn't bad. It was actually quite nice. The light he emitted spread, and soon the whole of the void was a greyish white. His padded feet touched ground, or what felt like ground. There was then a distorted scream, the sound of glass shattering, an echoing boom, and a distant cry for help. The sounds repeated and got louder. Dread weighed upon his mind and very soul. The noises kept getting louder and louder until he was on his knees, clawing at his ears. The void went jet black and he woke up breathing harder than a cheetah after a 90 mile dash. He was still cold and wet from the storm. He curled into a ball, wheezed, and shivered for the next hour and a half. He wanted to forget the dream, but it never left. After composing himself, he set about trying to figure out his appearance. Unfortunately, literally all the metal was rusted and not shiny in the slightest bit. He did notice his eyes created a natural silver glow. The strange thing about how he thought was that he just observed and noticed things, as his mind was deprived of any language form. Words, numbers, sounds, anything. What he did know however, is that rain, snow, wind, and cold will sink in and kill. After looking around for things to cover himself with, his silver eyes fell upon the pile of old scrap cloth.