The stars are gone.
The planets have disappeared.

They were barely enough of us left to give "the end" a name.
The Quiet Rapture.








Supplies dwindle.

Infrastructure crumbles.

Too few to rebuild.

Too many to feed.

Humanity decays.




But don't despair, my sons.

I tell you now that there is more to these moons than meets the eye.




The Consolidation.

They hide their technology.

Their people.

They won't tell you what they found.

But I will.




One moon stands apart from the rest.

And in the darkness of that moon:


An ocean of blood