Echoes Beyond the Lattice

The world is called Kezheth, a collapsed lattice-reality where ancient consciousness engines once stitched purpose into matter. Now, only fragments of that coherence remain, scattered across biotechnic ruins, semi-sentient fungi jungles, and whispering vaults of pre-singularity gods. Mutation is norm; memory is currency. Ontological sovereignty is heresy. The Authority of the Writ tries to rewrite reality back into coherence. Their scribes etch laws into living flesh. The Unmoored, on the other hand, fracture meaning further, worshipping entropy. Somewhere in between, rare anomalies walk—a third path—preserving something that was never written.