Welcome to the Red City

My dreams have always tended to focus on people and emotion rather than place. The where and when is always a little sketchy and dreams keep pulling me back to some essential tension or drama (which is typically unrealistic and often patently ludicrous).

I love the idea of a reoccurring dream which focuses squarely on a central place; a city that is, itself, the central character of the narrative. People come and go in the dream. Despite their oddness, they're not remembered. What sticks in the mind's gullet is the tactile sense of dust in your hair, the feel of hot stone beneath your bare feet, the sight of five gargantuan towers stretching skyward like the withered claw of some long-dead titan.

This is the central premise behind the Rust universe; the idea of a city that impinges on the lives of dreamers and dreamed alike, twisting and warping the fabric of reality and giving rise to strange new opportunities.


Rust - Excerpt:
"The city sits upon the cusp of possibility, a fetid sore at the hinge between worlds, sun-burnt, driven by crimson dust, surrounded by a vast expanse of lifeless rock and wasteland.
It lies at the heart of the dreamworld, binding the impossible substance of imagination to itself; distorting fact and fiction and making the monstrous real.

Ruled by five sisters, midnight spires that stretch skyward at the city’s heart like the crooked fingers of some gargantuan deity, the city remembers itself by the myriad decaying walls, blood-soaked cobblestones and rotten clockwork that speak its long, violent history..."

MQ