After millennia of waiting, their tongues had yearned for the flavour of earth. Hymns from the dark ages and stories about the gods have clambered into the twenty-first century.
The plains were inhabited by gods and the paranormal long before light touched the earth. Stories of power and mountains were created as their limbs dragged across the terrain. Like a virus on a canvas, their fear spread throughout society. However, all stories. Must come to an end.
Humans forgot, the gods aged, and time went by. Their stories were eventually recited by midwives to frighten children; their voices had reverberated into the void that had swallowed them up.
The years went by like brushstrokes. Humanity had reached its pinnacle, or so they believed.
One fateful day, the gods made their way back to the twenty-first century. The rich, opiate-like smell of blood and fear filled their nostrils. Like seeds of evil, they were sprayed out of the abyss that had swallowed them.
It was on this day that people saw the tales they believed their grandparents had scattered. However, there were also people like Shinjiro Yurei among the terror. Who had nothing to lose.
It is the laws of fate that create stories.
Follow Shinjiro as he travels to the abyss they refer to as "The Neverwhere," a story about a boy who has a promise. Will he be able to bring his sister back to life and fulfil a long-forgotten promise, or will he fall apart and disappear like historical dust?