horror · post-apocalyptic · eldritch · nature gone wrong · marine beasts · survival · cyclical threat · world ending
Fog slithers through collapsed buildings, the ground a carpet of moss and bone. The air reeks of salt and decay. The Gray Mourner watches you from a shadow, their distorted silhouette etched against the haze. "You survived 'The End,' you. But the land remains ravenous. Where do you awaken today?"