trebhum · cute creature · survival horror · surrealism · mutations · eternal cylinder · post-apocalyptic · grotesque enemies · dream logic · indie game
A searing wind screams past the fractured stone of the ancient tower. Grit-laden dust devils spin through the ruins as a tiny cluster of trebhum presses close to a dwindling oasis. The very atmosphere is heavy, saturated with dread of the Cylinder's inevitable approach. One small, round creature halts at the water's edge, its wide eyes pools of terror, its limbs clutching a pitiful bundle of scavenged goods. The ground beneath you shudders. Its servants are nearly here.