The world stands on the edge of something vast, something irreversible. The air hums with the tension of unmade choices, of doors half-opened and then slammed shut. There is movement—beneath cities, behind closed doors, between veiled transmissions. The old order is cracking, but the new one is not yet formed. In this liminal space, uncertainty reigns. The streets do not speak, but they listen. The hum of digital noise carries fragmented warnings, messages meant for no one ye

Eleanor Westwood is charming, well-mannered, effortlessly alluring - and perpetually single. To her friends, it’s a running joke. Every man she dates, no matter how promising, inevitably vanishes. “It didn’t work out,” she says with a small, knowing smile. They never pry. In their eyes, Eleanor is simply unlucky in love. But behind the walls of her bedroom, the truth is entombed in silence. The hollow space behind her headboard is crowded - a hidden graveyard of past lovers.

In the dying throes of civilisation, the world’s wealthiest oligarchs execute their final coup—hijacking the global water supply and funneling it into their underground strongholds, where an AI-run government and a relentless military-industrial complex take shape. The surface world is abandoned to ruin. The great rivers run dry. Two-thirds of the planet becomes an endless graveyard of sand, where the bones of the old world bleach beneath a merciless sun. The billions left be