The ash falls outside, silent. It muffles the sound and the sky. Eventually it'll cover everything. It hasn't quite yet. Maybe by morning.

The world started ending months ago. This shouldn't come as a surprise. It doesn't mostly, or the ones who are surprised have the shame to hide it. We all saw it coming. There was just nothing we could do. People mostly carried on with their normal lives until they couldn't anymore. Until the ash or the ghosts stopped them from pursuing routine, the normalcy of going to work and going home, until this was all that was left.

The power went out today, and no one expects that it will come back on. You have candles and friends for tonight, and you're not sure what you'll wake up to tomorrow. You're not sure you'll wake up at all. Some of you are already ghosts and the rest of you might as well be. It’s so hard to tell the difference. Ghosts can’t talk about the future at all, but none of the living want to talk about it much either. Maybe you become a ghost not in one moment, but by imperceptible degrees. It’s inevitable either way.

It's the end of the world and you've gathered together to be less alone. Ash falls outside and silence looms as you try to make your last night together count. A game for 4-8 players to play by candlelight. Explore what secrets you keep and what is still too much to say even as the world is ending.