she danced in the wind like a holographic dream before the world died

The very last flower grew in concrete. She danced in the wind like a holographic dream before the world died.

    The greatness of this place is built on the shadows of its sins.
    Before they abandoned it for something better, it was grand,
    Both in cruelty, and in wealth.
    The angry decay that now hovers over every wall, 
                          marks an injustice that never really went away.

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A short game poem and interactive fiction about The End.
You play the very last flower left on Earth, bringing peace to long dead soil.
Explore brutalist ruins to collect memories of a dead world.
Maybe your presence can heal what is left.

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If you like reading science fiction and poetry (all with undertones of classic Slavic existentialism) that is packaged as a game... Then this is for you. You collect writing. The point is to read it.

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Content warning: Themes of death, extinction, and cruelty are discussed. Themes of horror. Gore. Flashing lights.

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Credits: The entire experience is hand crafted by me. No AI. Entirely made by a human. The only asset not made by me are two concrete textures from the Unfinished Building Quixel Megascans asset pack. These two were used as base textures for more complicated materials used in the buildings. I couldn't make something better. It's a very beautiful texture that I could not part with.

゜ Linux and Mac version are coming as soon as I get a used Mac that I can build on.
゜ If this makes $100 I will put it on Steam.