At first, no one noticed. The air simply felt heavier, the world slightly quieter. Then came the smell, the haze, and the growing sense that something was wrong. Miasm spreads slowly, with no clear source and no way to escape. It seeps into the streets, through the walls, into every breath. The deeper it reaches, the more the familiar world turns hostile. You can’t see what’s coming. You only feel that it’s already everywhere.
