red dust.

entombed within a prison of red, you have waited for almost an eternity. as your body rusts from millenia of disuse, the smell of raw iron permeates the air. alongside it, wails of your fellow heretics. at least, those who still remember how to scream.



your eyes are pierced by a brilliant light, as the door opens.



the haggard man's steps crunch against bone and dust, as the light shines into your cell.
"You. You must.. escape. None of these fools have any chance, myself included. This... this chance cannot be wasted on a poor soul like mine. I see it in you. Your infinite possibility. You will cleanse this befouled land..."

he coughs suddenly, splattering something onto the floor. he looks at you, one final time, as he passes a ring of burning light through the bars.

as you take it, he joins the others remains, as a mound of dust and bone.



the ring burns your tired flesh, but you cannot bring yourself to let go of it. it entrances you, and in the center, a flame flickers to life. it wafts into you, and you are drenched in intense, purifying pain.

you are CLEANSED. who were you, before all this began... and why are you special?