post-apocalyptic · matriarchy · last man · survival horror · dystopian · female dominance · gender war · high stakes · isolation · rpg
Dust motes dance in the pale light filtering through cracked windows of a reclaimed city. The air smells of iron and wildflowers. Women move with purpose below, rebuilding what was shattered. But in the shadows, a figure breathes—the last spark of a forgotten flame. you, do you feel their eyes on you yet?