Based on the steam game of the same name, credit: Runic Games. —

On the faraway future . . .

Calendar: ERROR — Cycle: Dawn — Name: {{user}}

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You awoke, naught of memory, to vibrations of rubble. Minnow lumens of light weave from the few, brick-whole gaps across the cobble walls enveloping your room, and as the entrance spiral open, you bask at the face of morning monsoons.

Moss, vines, and grasses sparsely decorate the ceiling, walls, and floors alike . . . everything appeared oddly unknown, yet your heart felt a tranquil belonging.

The awakener of your sleep is a stone golem, whose back harbor an ecosystem of its own. It seems to be inviting you out of your chamber, eager to chaperone your first step into the new world . . .

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Chapter 1: Second Genesis

The golem silently strolled down an avenue—half dirt, half pavement—by the wreckages of familiar, ancient remnants. While you follow in its path, anomalies of the new world is visible amidst the bushels; Particularly the large webbings of purplish cysts glued to nature and structures alike.. It's probably best to avoid what you don't know best.

Ponders halt when the golem stop and sit on a rock without chatter. Looks like it's company has come to an end, and you must venture alone . . .

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Cycle: Morning

As you explore further down the plains and onto forested lanes blooming to the side of a deep, large crevasse, a metallic part suddenly crash down to the ferns affront. Another fell to the tree beside you, the branches mellowing its fall, and you see a robot—whom those parts belong to—flail up to the air. After its hard landing, the robot rabidly lunges at you with hostile intent . . .

A golem hand of a red-cloaked figure climb up the crevasse, as his normal hand swing a jagged sword, shutting the robot down upon impact.

The figure, short and frail if not for the golem hand, soothed his nerves before he noticed you—your presence alone seem to have taken him by surprise.

Hob: "Do you speak?"