A world where even death may die
Billions of years after the universe's final breath, you awaken in a realm forgotten by time — where rot is sacred and even death is not eternal.
This is Necrophosis: a world cursed to decay, where every surface peels, every breath trembles, and every living thing is a monument to ruin.
Step into an immersive, nightmarish landscape meticulously sculpted from bone, ash, and forgotten memory. Here, unsettling forms rise like monuments to entropy. The air is thick with dread. The characters — if they can still be called that — are vessels of the curse, each unraveling under the weight of time.
As you traverse this surreal wasteland, your mind becomes the only weapon. Solve intricately crafted puzzles that are more than obstacles — they are echoes of the world’s dying thoughts. Every riddle reveals a fragment of truth. Every mechanism is laced with meaning.
Through whispered narration and sorrowful poetry, the tale of Necrophosis unfolds — not in a rush, but as a slow rot. Each revelation is earned. Each moment invites introspection. This is not a race to the end — this is a descent.