In a City of Gears and Shadows, the Price of Truth Is Blood. A man awakens in the body of a teenage boy, his past life a fading whisper—but this new world does not care for what was lost. Evergarde is a city suffocating under soot and secrecy, where masked rulers weave unseen schemes and survival is bought with steel and sacrifice. Yet behind the veil of reality lurks something far worse. The Astral Realm—a higher dimension of vast, unknowable horror, existing alongside reality yet never truly seen. It is the source of all that is unnatural—a realm where forgotten things slumber, where twisted echoes of existence watch from beyond, and where those who wander too deep are never heard from again. The desperate call it power. The wise call it the abyss. Silas treads a path where trust is a death sentence, power is a slow-acting poison, and the deeper he delves into the city’s mysteries, the closer he comes to something that should have remained buried. The Astral Realm watches. And it does not forget. ⚙ Slow-burn progression in a grimy steampunk dystopia🕰 A power system built on corruption, consequence, and the unknown♟ A calculating MC who plays the long game—without plot armor🌑 An eerie, hidden world where knowledge is a curse, and whose deep layers conceal twisted beings, lost gods, and slumbering horrors that should never be awakened. In a world where survival is war and ignorance is mercy, how long can he stare into the abyss before it claims him?