Lost Dogs: The Way. Day 1
Choice of path42 days left
As the world falls around us. How must we brave its cruelties?
Winds blow sand across the sun-scorched wasteland. Endless plains are littered with the relics of altars and the ruins of temples, in whose shadows packs of dogs hide.
💥 Their home is in ruins. They destroyed it themselves while awaiting judgment day. Along with their home, their faith also collapsed.
Hungry, destitute, and frightened, they gathered in the ashes of a fallen civilization by the will of the Call. Are they destined for an inglorious end?
COME, ADAM! WE HAVE GIVEN YOU OUR SONS, DAUGHTERS, MOTHERS, AND FATHERS!
The old man strained his voice to shout over the wind, but no one listened. Neither gods nor dogs.
He began his prayer every day at the same time. It seemed he was the last one who still believed in Adam.
😎 Meanwhile, a group of sturdy dogs with bold, piercing gazes and tails held high occupied the makeshift platform. One of them, Barquemada, stepped forward, holding a scroll of parchment high in his paw:
— Pack! We will not save ourselves with prayers or inaction, — he began with great panache, and dogs began to gather around the platform. — In my paw is a map to our new home. You, like me, heard the Call. It led us here for a reason. Now is our time to act!
🗺 The map depicted three paths leading to different ends of the earth: east to the dense jungles, north to the arctic ice, and south to the hot desert sands.
Somewhere, a new home awaits the dogs. Where will they go?