I, the Will of the Flora

The permafrost seals secrets that do not belong to the earth. The abandoned sanatorium in Schmidt Mountain is a scar of legacy, a forbidden place in Siberia that no one dares to set foot on. A time travel took over an ancient strain that had been sealed in dust for hundreds of millions of years, slowly waking up in the dead frozen ruins. The spores dispersed with the wind and took root in the decaying flesh and bones. Stiff faces reproduce their former expressions, broken limbs imitate human steps, and dead people "return to the world" in the most bizarre way. The entire sanatorium was filled with false screams, false temperatures, and terrifying vitality. The endless pacing, the never-ending meditation, the empty and malicious whispers... Everything is a mimic, everything is a puppet. From the secret base to the end of flesh and blood, mycelium is spreading to the heavens...