A world in the throes of its own demise, yet in love with its sense of grandeur.



Enter a gilded age in which upstairs-downstairs personal and sociological drama meets existential horror.
A world in the throes of its own demise, yet in love with its sense of grandeur.
Amid the rust and ruin — what will you do with the time you have left?
From the self-serving aristocracy, the competent truefolk, and the individualistic unbonded.
Giant man-made machines that traverse the Dramark, the details of their inner workings lost to time.
A preternatural force that corrodes metal, contorts the living, and can defy natural law.