The Iron Sky

Long before you were born something went wrong. We lost the sky.

The sky is now a stark gray even at brightest day. Dawn and dusk are marked as a gradual lightening and darkening of the sky.

The heat of the sun warming skin as it rises in a blue sky over fields of green is the thing of fairy tales. What little color does exist is washed out by the silvery gray light of the Iron Sky.

The gods don’t answer. You’ve never seen the stars. After a while, people stopped looking up.


Many plants died out. Hearty scrub, symbiotic and parasitic vines, and deciduous forests cover much of the land.

Yet even these few patches of green that remain are washed out by the gray light of Day.


Under the Iron Sky WoozleWozzle