01 · the city
Still lit
Nine districts of glass and dead neon. The grids kept burning long after the last pair of eyes went dark, purple spill on wet concrete, signs advertising nothing to nobody.
archive node 09 · terra, silent
NeonSkies
After the last of humanity was gone, we were left looking at the skies, wondering what it all could have been.
The vault is sealed. It answers to one archivist.
02 · the vault
The long lost human seed
Beneath the archive there is one sealed drawer that was never opened. Whatever the last of us kept in it is still down there, still catalogued, still waiting for a clearance that no longer exists.
03 · the desk
Report a signal
The archivist still walks the rounds. Leave an address and it will be visited, and filed away with the quiet.