In the heart of an empty city, humanity's last echo lingers.
The last living human wanders through a metropolis frozen in time. The streets still hum with electricity, food and drink remain fresh, and forest fauna roam the streets without worry. By day, it's a surreal paradise. But at night, shadows emerge from the darkness, slaughtering any creature foolish enough to remain in the open, stacking the corpses into towering pyres set ablaze as offerings to a greater eldritch being. Desperation drives him into the nearby woods to seek refuge. Yet, something else calls the green expanse home. Something equally mysterious. In order to survive, he'll have to confront the unknown and unravel the mysteries of a dying world. Only then will he be ready to face that which frightens him most. For no matter where he hides, an unseen voice beckons:
Come home, little prince. Come home to me.
Robinson Crusoe in a Lovecraftian landscape,
The King of Everything
contends with the dualities of man and animal, nature and civilization, loneliness and community, life and death, and the vital shade of gray found at the center of it all.