The full game · Windows
Forty eras. One way out.
A colony you can read at a glance
Every building is painted for its job: power amber, water blue, defence red. Lay your own roads, cables and pipes, and raise a dome that turns bad weather into a view.
A universe that moves without you
Fifty commanders trade, raid, form factions and governments, pass laws and race for the Rift Engine. Visit their stars. Catch their raids on the way in.
The star does not wait
Ten stable eras, then the failures start: flares, chaos, the Long Night. At era forty the universe collapses, and the Rift Engine takes one pilot.
