Turn of the times. Devourer of the firmament in whispering garb broken will under pitch-black land scourge from strange and familiar hand the arrival of the six, the end.
Ikonomicum
A new age is dawning. The planets and stars are beginning to devour one another. When war and peace become one and the world is finally ready to stop resisting and instead submit to the flames so that a new universe can be born from the ruins and the ashes, that’s when the time of the icons is upon us. Six heralds, six harbingers of doom and rebirth will wander the face of the earth, unaware of their role in the web of the universe, yet of the utmost importance for the imminent and irreversible events that are about to befall the world.
Every icon unites devastation and hope, but always remains hidden to the people as the source of their suffering. Each herald only affects a limited region or aspect of peoples’ lives, but once the all-embracing cataclysm has engulfed the world with its decay, they will join up like a patchwork rug of depravity. Typical of them all is that they often have two opposing sides and only show their other self when struck by moonlight.
And the humans? They are far too caught up in their network of necessities, distractions, quick thrills, ignorance and disinterest to perceive the signs of their imminent demise. Only rarely a poor soul meets one of the icons, and either they do not recognise it for what it is, or they don’t survive the encounter. And so, with much noise, the world with all its light and shadow is hurtling towards eternal darkness ...
