[Cthulhu + seafaring + steampunk + power fantasy + quiet daily life + no clichés]
On the backbone of a drowned world, he holds the key to the abyss in his hand, yet has lost the password that unlocks himself.
After the Great Cataclysm, land became little more than a legend. Humanity huddled aboard rusted steel arks, struggling to survive on a sea of eternal night as thick as ink. Kane, a man who had to check his reflection on the water just to confirm what his own face looked like, awoke to the roar of steam aboard the Hermes. Apart from a cold, jagged black stone, his mind held nothing but an empty fog.
This stone was the only remnant of his sunken past.
