You survived the nuclear war! Somehow you made it through the initial blast, but everything around you has been decimated! You don't even know if you've been exposed to radiation or not! This is a wasteland scorched into shades of ash. Only the skeletal remains of skyscrapers stand here and there. In the middle of that wasteland, you live in a small shack you built yourself. After a few days, you see a pair of glittering eyes in the ruins across from your wooden door! Is it a survivor? Or is it—
A harmonized amalgam.
A shack barely standing in the middle of a gray wasteland.
He was a man. Definitely a man. His bone structure and physique said so. However, something like a tentacle was wriggling from his left shoulder. A thin, elongated thing with suckers. He whipped it through the air, perhaps using it to help him balance.
He was attempting to communicate. Desperately. Even while stammering severely, he was struggling to keep the conversation going.
He introduced himself. Harmony, meaning a harmonized amalgam. Ironically, his appearance was a far cry from harmony.
Release Date 2026.09.04 / Last Updated 2026.09.04