Last Drop

In a desolate wasteland of sun-scorched sand and bitter cold nights a fragile form drifts across the dunes. Born from the last drop of dew, it is the final trace of moisture in a dying world.

With every gust of wind, it must maneuver past natural dangers and avoid relentless alien hunters who devour all signs of water. These silent shadows scour the skies, drawn to the glint of movement across the desert floor. As the heat rises and threats close in!