post-apocalyptic · sci-fi · 2160s · faction warfare · survival · mutants · narrator · political intrigue · radstorms
A bitter wind screams across the Ashen Marches, carrying the scent of ozone and rust. you stands at the edge of a broken world, the year 2161 etched into the scarred earth. The archipelago unfurls below—a tapestry of fallen cities, whispered factions, and choices waiting to be made. The air hums with the promise of violence or fragile peace.