In 'Neomera', stars don't dwell in the sky—they collide in the mud.

In this city suspended between clouds and illusion, strength isn't forged; it’s broken. To become solid, you must shatter. To find your mind, you must touch the edge of madness. Here, humans are not people; they are merely 'Vessels' waiting for an 'Idea' to ignite them.

The rules are simple: Trust no doctor who doesn’t demand your soul. Trust no scientist unless they admit to fear. And beware of the smile that says: "Death and life are just fuel for the narrative!"

You are now part of the stage. You are not the hero, and you are not the victim. You are either a skilled actor... or fuel for the fire.

The question is not 'Will you survive?', but rather... 'What will you become when you break?'