▸ ARCHIVE / 01 — The World
Where machines dream in a tongue we forgot.
A retro-romantic steampunk shell, hollowed out by cyber rot. Welcome to the broken cartography of RegreXion.
Atmosphere
Romantic Steampunk Decay
Brass gears beneath candlelight, velvet rooms above oil-stained streets. Beauty rusting in real time.
Conflict
High-Tech, Low-Life
Neural implants in the same alley as broken neon. Power flows through whoever owns the signal.
Threat
Fused Creatures
Organic matter crudely grafted to androids. They do not remember being human — but their bodies do.
Mode
Mystery & Dialogue
A visual novel where every conversation is evidence. Listen carefully. Choose more carefully.
Transmission ends
"We named the city after a star we couldn't see anymore. Nobody corrected us."