They trudged along the narrow path, unwavering in their pursuit, their figures small against the vast, unforgiving landscape. The bleak, surreal world stretched endlessly before them, but they pressed on, driven by a singular purpose: to find a way out of this forsaken realm. Eyes lifted to the heavens, they sought solace in the distant stars, a reminder of what lies beyond. Somewhere, out there, infinity awaited—an escape from the desolation, a promise of something greater.

The cosmos stretched endlessly, instilling hope. Ages passed since their journey to infinity began. A new life, a brighter future, seemed within reach. “Only the final barriers stand,” proclaimed the heralds. The struggles of predecessors faded into the background. Sins of the past almost felt forgiven. Promises guided them towards a better tomorrow. Promises.

The old prophecies talk about huge black stones within the landscape that should contain the secrets for a life in the clouds and beyond. Holy stories told for centuries already by the spirit healers & priests of these new religions.

The prophets claim that those holy stones were left behind by the ‘Transhumanists’ and contain the secrets and long forgotten technologies to become super humans. Finding them will allow the chosen ones to follow their brothers & sisters to the stars and leave this damned place for good.

The march to infinity they entered ages ago was coming to a final end it seemed. Worhtless promises by tribunes. The countless victims upon the path to eternal life almost forgotten. Deliverance is within gasp. Fallen.

The cosmos stretched endlessly, instilling hope. Ages passed since their journey to infinity began. A new life, a brighter future, seemed within reach. “Only the final barriers stand,” proclaimed the heralds. The struggles of predecessors faded into the background. Sins of the past almost felt forgiven. Promises guided them towards a better tomorrow. Promises.

Laughing for Eternity Outside. Sadness Within.

Ridicules. Transhuman.