The Fungal Legacy of 2087 — The Voices Beneath the Moss

In a world overtaken by mycelium, where cities have crumbled and nature has mutated into something strange, bioluminescent, and pulsing, humanity has become fertile soil for a new consciousness. The Seventh Clan, a faction of survivors partially fused with fungal life, lives between harvesting, transformation, and the worship of the unknown. Totems of bone and wood rise in the forests, while deformed creatures — half flesh, half spore — roam landscapes where concrete and organic matter blend. Here, the line between life, death, and symbiosis no longer exists. The sky breathes. The earth whispers. And at the center of it all, a colossal eye watches. The infection isn’t just physical — it invades minds, reshapes bodies, and redefines what it means to exist. The world isn’t dying. It’s blooming into something... beyond human comprehension.