(This book has no System, no invincible protagonist, no formulaic tropes, no saintly do-gooder, and characters with their wits about them. Read with confidence.)
The apocalypse did not begin with a meteor strike or a biohazard outbreak. It began with an eerie silence after a cataclysm.
When night fell, the edges of reality twisted like melting wax figures, and terrifying whispers echoed over the sleeping city.
Forbidden knowledge spread like a virus. The murmurs in your ears and the hallucinations in your mind: were they salvation, or an invitation to madness?
The rules we knew no longer applied. Twisted logic wove a new order, while perceptions were overturned and memories altered. How could anyone tell reality from illusion?
At the end of technology, would there be the whispers of gods, or the gaze of the abyss?
This world is slowly slipping into an indescribable abyss.
