The world that was is gone. All that remains are crumbling monuments reaching into the endless night. We who are descended from giants now cower in the shows and underbrush because not all legacies are made of metal and stone. Something malicious stirs in these manufactured cities that sprawl farther than the eye can see.

There is no way to know who created these machines — these INDUSTRIAL GHOSTS. All we can say for certain is that they are angry and endlessly thirsting for blood. We possess no means of killing these endless INDUSTRIAL GHOSTS, our only saving grace is the newly rediscovered devices that allow our vision to stretch beyond human limits. Many believe they destroyed the old world and our ancestors with it. On our darkest days, most believe they will end us, too. All know to fear the unseen ghosts detected in yellow and red spectrum.