In the frozen wastelands of Cyberia, where machines and flesh have fused into something neither living nor dead, a lone wanderer named Toska searches for meaning in a world that refuses to let him die. Haunted by fragmented memories and dreams that feel too human to be his own, he drifts through a landscape of blood-stained snow, rusting titans, and chimeric horrors borne from a tormented imagination.

I’ve been fishing these waters for forty years. The battering of the waves against the rocky shore was the first sound I ever heard. The tang of salt was the first I remember smelling. Cold never bothered me, nor the embrace of wet sand strewn with seaweed beneath my feet. I know these seas better than I know myself. Real good here for catching squid, and octopus, and cuttlefish. Every manner of sea creature that’s out there—I’ve seen them all, know them all. But this thing… what my boys and I netted and dragged onto the trawler, this thing I’d never seen before.