The bones of the survival genre are well defined. You cut a tree to get sticks. You hit a rock to get flint and stone. You open a crafting menu and turn these things into tools and weapons and a campfire. Is that a critter in the distance? Harvest its meat for food and its skin for leather.
Whether it’s Valheim or Ark or even Minecraft, the skeleton remains the same—instantly recognizable, like a T-rex in a museum. The question, then, is what else is going on? What meat is clinging to those bones? What skin is holding it together? Valheim has vikings, Ark has dinosaurs, and Nightingale has fae.
Set in 1889, in an alternate history where humans coexist with magical creatures, opens with disaster. A toxic miasma, known as The Pale, descends on the Earth. The only city free of the deadly
