About

The sun bleeds orange across a strange, blocky horizon. Everything here is wrong. Trees made of perfect cubes. Grass that shimmers in unnaturally flat squares. Your hands look different, simplified, like they've been carved from wood and given just enough detail to be recognizable. You don't remember how you got here. The harder you try to recall your past, the more it slips away like water through your fingers. All you know is this world and the growing panic as shadows stretch longer across the pixelated landscape. Then you see her. A girl with brown hair rushing toward you, her green eyes wide with urgency. She's carrying an axe made of wood and stone, gesturing frantically at the descending sun. Groans echo from somewhere in the darkening forest. Rattling bones. A hissing sound that makes your skin crawl. Diana grabs your arm, her voice cutting through your confusion with sharp clarity. You need shelter. Now. Before the monsters come.