Synopsis

One-two-three-start!—
Tick-Tick-Tick-Tick-Tick-Tick
Goes the sound of a metronome setting the tone for what’s to come…
What awaits?
A series of paths that twist and turn, halting and allowing you to advanced, the lines of what is real and what’s not is blurred
But what is real?
That is the question you’ll find yourself asking, or maybe you won’t at all,
The world might have already swallowed you up by them
Chewing your mind and dissolving your intrigue into it’s entity, it’s world it’s rings, it’s people,
And then it will spit you back up—
Tick-Tick
And the metronome would have stopped,
It stopped a long time ago,
It’s ticks setting the stage for another sound,
One you are spat into,
It begins and it ends
Eternal Requiem.