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

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.

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.

Note: "She dance in the wind like a holographic dream before the world died" is called "Before the world died" on the Epic store because the name was too long.

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. For those not able to play it, a silent playthrough of the game is available here.

You can visit the devlog here.

For support please contact me on Bsky, X, Instagram, or Mastadon.