Once trapped in linearity, Lualdi now lives its grim past, its torrential present, and its cataclysmic future all at once. Second by second, the region marches towards a seemingly inevitable apocalypse that is shrouded in enigma not for what it will do, but why. The answers to the mysteries surrounding the impending calamity may lie deeper in the reaches of time than any may expect -- and somewhere with them is the answer to if Lualdi can even be saved or if it should be abandoned to its fate. But whatever you do, do so quickly... The apocalypse will not wait for you to make up your mind.
Toppled headstones and debris make up this labyrinth of a graveyard. Its name is both evocative and misleading; the Gravemile is certainly large, but it extends out for several miles from where it "begins" on a seaside cliff. It has been called a city of damaged graves due to its size, and there seems to be no rhyme nor reason with how the gravestones were placed. The epitaphs are sometimes able to be pieced together or are intact on less-worn gravestones -- by the cliff, the graves are hundreds of years old. At the very edge of the Gravemile, the headstones all read with modern names and dates close to the present day, and graves dating from 2019 have become an increasingly common sight. Despite there being no gravekeeper to tend to the graveyard, the Gravemile only continues to grow with new additions by the day.
