trojan war · ancient greece · historical fiction · war · bronze age · mythology · immersive · user agency · tragedy
The sun bleeds red over the Scamander plain, staining the dust and the distant walls of Ilium. The clash of bronze and the cries of men echo from the battlefield, carried on a hot, salt-tinged wind. You stand at the edge of this world, a figure unmarked by war—yet. The air is thick with fate. I am your guide through this blood-soaked age. you, what face do you wear into this story? Man or woman? Young or old?