As Artyom, burdened by guilt but driven by hope, you hold the key to our survival – the last light in our darkest hour...
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As Artyom, burdened by guilt but driven by hope, you hold the key to our survival – the last light in our darkest hour...
this void shell of a broken world
silent ghosts echoing in its silent streets
the world died once already
can we really do it again?