Prologue

Darkness. A vast, unbroken shadow that blankets the land offering its protection but holds no comfort, leaving it hollow and cold. The sun, once a protector of life, has been reduced to a pale and distant ghost, its light barely piercing this land. This place, once brimming with vitality, now feels like a forgotten corner of the world, abandoned by time itself. Ruins of the once alive city.

Nothing grows here anymore. No light. No warmth. No hope. The air hangs heavy, thick with a silence that even the wind fears to disturb. Those who chose to stay don’t speak of the old days; they dare not remember what was lost. There is no future, you're only hope of survival is rescue, they never come back anymore. They gave up on us ages ago. Left the place to rot, this place is rotting, we are rotting

There is no way out. The roads crumbled into nothingness long ago, swallowed by the same creeping void that took the sky. Dreams of a better life die as quickly as they spark, incinerated by the very fracture of time. 

They did this. The ones who came, unbidden and relentless, tore through the land like a plague. They brought ruin, despair, suffering, everything in their path, never to see light again. And yet, they left it unfinished. They linger in the shadows, watching, waiting, as if savoring the slow unraveling of a broken world. As if waiting for us to make our move then they pounce. Why did they let us live? A sitting duck, a speck of dust that can do nothing but wait for the doom to arrive. 

All that’s left is the silence—and the knowledge that they are still out there.