The crimson rain continued to lash down, staining the once-vibrant landscape a disturbing pink. Alex and Echo, their visors reflecting the macabre scene, trudged through the muddy fields, the melody within them a somber dirge.
Anya, the fragmented echo of their consciousness, crackled with confusion. "There's no technology signature here. This… shouldn't be possible."
This world, unlike the others, defied logic. The red rain, a haunting echo of the blood rain from their past, seemed to be a natural phenomenon, blanketing the land in an eerie silence. Yet, the silence itself felt unnatural.
Suddenly, a flicker of movement in the distance caught their eye. A lone figure, hunched and cloaked, trudged through the red rain, leaving behind a trail of muddy footprints. Echo, ever the pragmatist, nudged Alex. "Let's follow them. Maybe they have answers."
