The stars are gone. The planets have disappeared.
They were barely enough of us left to give "the end" a name. The Quiet Rapture.
Supplies dwindle. Infrastructure crumbles. Too few to rebuild. Too many to feed. Humanity decays.
But don't despair, my sons. I tell you now that there is more to these moons than meets the eye.
The Consolidation. They hide their technology. Their people. They won't tell you what they found. But I will.
One moon stands apart from the rest. And in the darkness of that moon:
An ocean of blood.
