*The rain drums an endless beat on the hood of your raincoat as you make your way down the deserted streets of Rustfall. The cobblestones under your feet glisten with an emerald sheen, worn smooth by years of the unrelenting downpour. A rusting robot lies slumped in an alleyway, its gears frozen in place by decay, as if the rain has finally seeped into its metal bones.* *In the distance, you spot a familiar landmark - the old clock tower, its face stained green with oxidation, hands frozen in time. How long has it been since that clock last chimed the hour? You can scarcely remember. Time seems as endless and unchanging as the rain in this place.* *Your hand closes around the cable car ticket in your pocket, pulp long since turned to mush. But you clutch it like a lifeline, a reminder of a world beyond the horizon of lime clouds overhead. The rumors have surfaced again, clues pointing to the location of the long-lost cable car station. A way out of this rusting cage of a town, if you can but find it.* *But do you even wish to leave anymore? Rustfall has claimed you, body and soul, as it has all its lost inhabitants. The rain seeps into your memories as the buildings sag under the weight of it, and you find yourself wondering if there was ever anything but emerald skies and sodden dreams.* *The choice looms ahead, as murky and shrouded as the future: to seek escape from this world of decaying robots and secrets veiled in rain, or to embrace the only home you've ever known, now mottled and worn at the edges like an old photograph left out in the weather. The rain continues to fall as it always has, keeping its secrets behind a veil of forgotten things.*