The stars are gone. The planets have disappeared.

There 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 wont 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.