HYPERxFANTASY is a surreal sci-fi adventure about loyalty, power, and the collapse of reality.

You are Dreamer, a servant of the Arch-Executer, caught inside a sprawling megastructure where a deathcult prepares for Ascension. The closer the Singularity looms, the thinner the line between machine, void, and humanity becomes.

Your task is simple: obey orders.
Your task is impossible: resist the madness of the future that is already arriving.

This is not a world of clear answers. You will glide through impossible landscapes, face strange and corrupted void creatures, and make choices that entangle you deeper in conspiracies you may never understand. Every encounter asks for your loyalty - to your commander, to your companions, to yourself.

The further you go, the less stable the world becomes. Reality fractures into rhythm challenges, puzzles, and sudden shifts of perspective. Dialogue becomes weaponized. Decisions cut deeper than any blade. The Singularity is coming, and you must decide who you will be when it arrives.

Features

• Story-driven Adventure – A full-length 8–12 hour narrative that bends sci-fi tropes into something strange, cinematic, and unforgettable.

• Surreal Exploration – Glide across vast dystopian landscapes and descend into monolithic structures where nothing is stable for long.

• Choice and Consequence – Branching dialogues and shifting loyalties lead to multiple endings.

• Unsettling Encounters – Occasionally confront strange creatures in deliberate, symbolic combat sequences.

• Meta Twists – Rhythm challenges, puzzles, and perspective shifts that break the rules of conventional storytelling.

Meet ENRIS, she will accompany you on your trip. I think she is mad at you for some reason... try not making it worse.

The ARCH-EXECUTER – Your commanding superior. She gives orders. You will obey… or face the consequences.

TODD has been behaving strangely lately... You should really tell YUI to look into it.

YOU – The Dreamer. The one who must wake, decide, and confront the truth at the heart of the Singularity.

Wake up, Dreamer.

You are free to leave now. What needed to be said has already been spoken.

A supernatural Singularity fractures a realistic world, transforming it into a stylized experience of psychedelic horror. Futuristic themes of transhumanism emerge, exploring humanity's confrontation with the unknown in a Lovecraftian fashion. Open environments invite self-expression through a nonlinear adventure shaped by dialogue and conversations with a diverse cast of characters—both beautiful and unsettling. The surreal, atmospheric experience shifts between abstract emotional narratives and intense, dramatic thrillers, evoking a deep sense of nostalgia, perhaps heightened by the ever-present post-apocalyptic landscapes.

Still here? There is nothing to find beyond this point.

Since you are already present… Join us in this offering we must make…
If it doesn’t make much sense, fear not - it’s not for you, it’s for Them.

Now repeat after me:

Endless desert hiding in darkness.
The sole descendant perished. Illustrious bloodlines fading away. Death without honor. The elders be damned. A mass exodus is sure to follow.
This epoch has concluded …and my journey ends.
Destiny perhaps, the traveler pondered.
First ray of light. The deep blue gently shifting to a crimson hue above the horizon.
A dawn for eternity.
Final rest under the watchful gleam of a million stellar eyes.
Bless his soul.

Very crude. But that’s how they wish it.
Let’s continue…

Shadow behind the pillars of the gate. A mystery. Concrete tower, wires of rust - rather dystopian.
A blurry shape in the corner of a strained eye.
Suddenly a war cry. Safe passage. All lies.
Foe pushed aside. Blade strikes. Rhythm of combat. Streak of red.
A shiny ring hits the ground. A flurry of severed fingers follows.
A grimace of shock. A strand of dark liquid flowing from the exposed vein.
Pandemonium. Until a final scream. Then nothing. Dead don’t speak.
A grim smile in the silence.

They are drawn to the vivid imagery, they favor raw grotesque drama over intricate meaning.
We are almost there…

Hyper drive quiet... system down. Thrusters zero. No protocol to be found. No god either.
Just three lost souls against the vast expanse of space. A dream of exploration.
Then they saw it. Thought to be a myth... a fantasy… but it was right there burning in their eyes.
A sense of divinity. Overwhelming.
Against the code... Strictly forbidden. Tried to stop them, begged them - yet his pleadings had no effect at all.
So it was decided. The breaker made a loud hiss. The last sound before they were swallowed by the black oblivion below.

It’s over.

We have fulfilled our duty.   

Triumph in Tranquility

The house was silent, breathing shadows.





Out past the edge of known lands, where the borderlands shimmer with mirage and static, something waits.





Cats prowl the ruins of an abandoned simulator, chasing echoes through warped hallways and rooms that shift like memory.

Beneath a sacred tree, a bell rings once.





Its roots pulse, tangled with rusted metal, and a voice - not quite ghost, not quite daemon - hums lullabies in reverse.





He was called eater, but no one remembers what he consumed.





Only that he vanished beyond the maze, where no maps survive.

There is a battlefield, buried beneath solid glass.





Not from war, but from a dream that went too far.





A phantom idea, fractured across time, stitched with fragments from a lost tale.





Somewhere a snake slithers, trying to solve a puzzle, thinking it a game.

The stars above are too still, idle, as if watching.





A flicker - then silence. Silence of memories.





A vampire, or perhaps just a man in a mask, drifts through a corridor marked masquerade.





No blood, no horror. Just the scent of night and a question with no answer.

In the dust: a gear, still turning.





Some say it's part of the machina, some say it's nothing at all.





But the guardians never came back after that light broke the sky.

We seek escape, but not all doors lead up.





On this island, survival is not a test. It’s a memory.





One last edition of reality, glitched and fading.

They called it a world, but it was just a cracked screen showing a new adventure.





Maybe this is just life, or a bad build of it.





Either way, we’ve already pressed "Start."