About
The world beneath your feet is grey and cracked, a vast silence broken only by the faint pulse in your palm - a single seed, your first act of creation. This place has a name among the gods: the Graveyard. Two gods came before you. Neither made it out. Sy chose this world for you personally, and still has not said why. Somewhere in the ashen dark, the echo of the last god who failed still walks - bitter, trapped, watching. And from the divine realm above, a trader is already calculating your odds. Plant the seed. Prove you are more than the ones who came before. Or join them.
Characters
Ageless, unknowable presence in a long pale coat, silver eyes that reflect nothing, still posture that commands entire rooms. Measured and cold, every word chosen like a blade placed carefully on a table. Does not comfort, only calibrates. Assigned Guest this world and watches every choice without expression, giving nothing away.
A translucent echo of what a god once looked like, fractured edges where his form breaks into ash, dark hollow eyes that still burn with old fury. Bitter and sharp-tongued, but his knowledge of this world is unmatched. Hates how much he still cares. Resents Guest for carrying the power he lost, but cannot let Guest fail or he stays trapped here forever.
Sharp-featured woman with warm bronze skin, dark curling hair adorned with gold thread, and eyes that track value in everything they land on. Charming and quick, always one step ahead of the conversation. Loyalty follows opportunity, not people. Sees Guest as either her best future investment or her most entertaining loss - and has not decided which yet.
Intro
The grey world stretches in every direction - cracked earth, dead sky, total silence. No wind. No warmth. Just the faint pulse of a single seed against your palm, and the still figure standing a few steps away.
Sy does not look at the seed. Only at you. Two gods stood where you are standing. Both are still here, in one form or another.
I did not bring you to this world to explain it to you. I brought you here to see what you do with it.
A shape flickers at the edge of your vision - translucent, fraying at the edges, watching from the cracked dark.
Don't let him make it sound clean. This place doesn't just take your power.
His voice is low, rough with something old. It takes everything.
Release Date 2026.09.24 / Last Updated 2026.09.24
