Since she was very young, Cordelia Verhive VI has been hounded by bizarre nightmares.

Now 35, she's just beginning to understand.

The year is 5334. Humanity as it was once known has been nearly extinct for hundreds of years.

In a desolate world of gun-metal grey city-splinters and roiling flesh-rivers, the survivors, reshaped by choices and circumstances, struggle to find a place in what's left of the world.

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Originally posted on Wattpad here. Written to occupy my time while I was hospitalised for a psychotic break in March of 2021, on the suggestion of a hospital staff member. IDK if it necessarily fits the summary so well, some elements mentioned there don't necessarily appear in the story really, or don't get that much focus.