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.
"Lethargic" is an apt descriptor for Cuadia Swamps during the day. Brown, dead-looking plants hang from leafless trees that are partly buried in murky water. The only way through the swamp is to maneuver around stumps, muddy shallows, and fallen logs, clinging to overhanging vines to avoid falling into the deeper waters. At night, however, the swamplands change into a florescent region unlike anything else in Lualdi. Blue and violet flowers blossom and bathe everything in a soft glow, the light reflected by the ethereal, white water. The flowers dislodge spores at the beginning and end of every night, the sight calling to mind tiny falling stars descending through the air and sinking into the water.