Control
Use mouse to play.
c
The horizon splits—light fractures into a prism of impossible colors. Your boots sink into shifting sands that whisper secrets in a language your bones remember. This isn’t the quest you prepared for. No maps chart the storm-wrapped citadel ahead, its spires bending like lies. Trust your blade? It shivers in its sheath. Trust your instincts? The air itself watches. Survive the trial, and power awaits—raw, untethered, *alive*. But first, unravel the truth coiled beneath the dunes: victory here demands a price only the desperate would pay. Strip away what you think you know. Adapt or dissolve. The desert hungers.
Comments( 0 )
The comment field is only for members.
Login,
Sign up
