Epitaph
For aeons uncounted, you have lain dormant at the heart of the void.

✦ The Slumber
An ancient god, bound in silence, imprisoned within an endless slumber.
But mankind, in its arrogance, has drawn too close to your presence.
Their fragile souls — brief sparks of mortality — are now the key to your return.

✦ The Awakening
With each dawn, the assault begins anew.
Hordes hurl themselves at you, blind and unyielding, imagining they might strike down that which defies comprehension.

Some build shelters.
Others kneel in prayer.
And some surrender to corruption, rising once more in twisted forms — corpses that walk, harbingers of a second death.

“Even death forgets those who defy the void.”

✦ The Dominion
Yet this is not merely a war of flesh.
When the sun sinks, the night becomes your dominion.
The heavens open like wounds, and the stars whisper in fractured tongues.

You carve constellations into the void, binding fragments of celestial fire into unspeakable weapons.
Every star chosen alters the sky — every link forges a path toward deeper power.

✦ The Hunger
But the cosmos is merciless.
Meteors rend the heavens and crash down, bearing stardust — fragments of the universe itself — that feed your hunger.

Cultists emerge among the chaos, not to strike, but to tempt you with fragments of the world — stones, trees, homes, landscapes — each reshaping mankind’s path, expanding their numbers, or dooming their souls to corruption.

The more they build, the stronger your silence becomes.

✦ The Reckoning
And when the cycle lengthens, when five days fall away, humanity summons its champions — towering giants of flesh and will, forged as trials against the inevitable.
They come not to save, but to delay.

✦ The Epitaph
Epitaph is no mere survival game.
It is a hymn to the return of the forgotten, a ritual of shadow where each choice scars the cosmos.

Your essence is eternal — but your awakening lies in hunger, in sacrifice, in patience.

Will you harvest enough souls to shatter your chains?
Or will your name endure only as an epitaph, carved into mankind’s oblivion?

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