Overnight, plant life everywhere exploded in accelerated growth--and with a frightening sentience. All but the largest cities were swallowed up by the trees, weeds, vines, and thorns. The blood of the dead seemed to fuel the Wild as it bloomed crimson flowers across the globe. Fire, pesticides, explosives, only seemed to grant it strength; each morning, the Wild always returned, more dense than before.
Today, most of humanity hides in the concrete, steel, and glass of their cities, poisoning the first speck of green that invades.
Only a few escaped the Wild's wrath: those who hold the memories of the land. Families who lived in their homes for a century, farmers who worked the same land as their ancestors, indigenous tribes that retained their traditional ways. As long as the memory persists, safety remains.
You have been chosen to become a Chronicle, one of the nomads sent to challenge the Wild, armed only with self-knowledge and memories of the family you left behind.