The Story of the Wanderer
The Beginning of the End
Once upon a time, there was a world of bustling cities, of lights and empty promises. Then, silence. No one remembers for certain what shattered it: wars, viruses, catastrophes, or perhaps the arrogance of those who believed themselves eternal. Now all that remains is rubble, rusted signs, and a wind that has nothing left to carry.
The Wanderer
Among these ruins, he walks, the Wanderer. A slow-moving skeleton, with a worn backpack on his shoulders and a goatee sculpted by time. In place of eyes, two candles burn, casting light on a fleshless face. He doesn't speak, he doesn't stop. He observes and gathers, leaving traces of a diary written in smoke and ash.
A Seed of Memory
Its origin is shrouded in mystery. It was a man, a dreamer, who sowed its destiny. In the last bomb ever dropped, he hid a seed not of destruction, but of memory. He programmed an artificial intelligence to release it, creating a lifeless creature with eyes that see and feet that walk. The Wanderer walks to tell what we have forgotten.
The Call
Visit ruined cities, silent deserts, poisoned seas. Every step is a story, every pause a warning. Perhaps one day you will find someone with the courage to listen, someone who, through dreams, drawings, or words, can bring back to light what once was. Are you that dreamer, traveler? The path awaits you.