The Age of Cataclysm: I Recycle Trash in the Wasteland

The apocalypse descends, and civilization collapses. A blood-red setting sun hangs over the ruins. This is the twilight of an era. And the prelude to a new dawn. The skyscrapers that once stood as monuments to civilization are now twisted skeletons of steel, like the bones of dead behemoths, telling of past glory. In this desperate wasteland, how will you kindle the last spark of human civilization from the river of memories left by the dead, and become the first light of dawn to tear through this endless night?