The apocalypse is a collective nightmare. Fading. Few remember what happened, and no witness lives to tell. Sometime, somehow, two millenia of civilization collapsed into dust.
The past is a bleached skull on glowing sand. The future is now, and humanity crawls forward, shaking off its holocaust ashes.
The Wasteland awaits.
Mud Theme: Post-Apocalyptic Fantasy
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