Lore
Only one traveler remained.
One night, the sky turned completely black.
There was no sunrise.
Instead, a red circle appeared above the horizon.
It wasn’t the sun. It wasn’t the moon. It never moved, never changed, and gave off no warmth.
Days passed. Then weeks. Snow slowly buried the roads, the houses, and eventually entire cities. People stopped counting time because morning and evening no longer meant anything.
Eventually, almost every trace of human life disappeared.
Only one traveler remained.
Every day, he walks across the white fields toward a distant line of trees. Every night, the wind erases his footprints, and by morning it looks as if the journey has never begun.
There is only one strange thing.
The red circle is always directly ahead of him.
No matter which way he turns.
No one knows where he is going, or whether anything exists beyond the trees.
And no one knows if he is truly the last person left.
WANE is the name given to the time that began after the last ordinary sunrise.
