In a sprawling metropolis reclaimed by nature, structures lie entwined with pulsating, bioluminescent fungal growths. The city, known as Mycoria, stands as a haunting testament to the Ophiocordyceps plague that decimated civilization. Once a thriving urban hub, Mycoria is now overrun by grotesque, spore-infected remnants of its former inhabitants, their movements dictated by the parasitic fungus that has overtaken their bodies. The air is thick with the earthy scent of decay, mingled with the vibrant aroma of the alien flora that has taken root in every crevice. Survivors navigate the treacherous landscape, avoiding dense spore clouds and keeping silent to dodge the eerily echoing clicks and groans of the infected as they roam the neon-lit fungal ruins in search of fresh victims. Here, hope is a rare commodity, overshadowed by the unrelenting advance of the sporous epidemic and the lurking fear of succumbing to the city's pervasive mycelium network.