Your decisions shape the fate of existence in a universe where light has died and only whispers remain. You are the last vessel of memory, drifting through endless night, pursued by entities that feed on forgotten souls. The silence is alive—and it knows your name.

The world is dying—not from war, famine, or plague, but from something far older. It breathes beneath our feet, waking after eons of silence. Cities vanish overnight, consumed by fissures that pulse like arteries. Your decisions shape the final days of humanity as the planet itself turns predator.