"I was told the pen was mightier than the sword. Never that the ink was our own blood, and the page, our soul"

Carved into The Stump of Babel, The Lexis sprawls as a subterranean city of denial. Speak a negation to reshape reality - "The door is not locked" - but each word costs you forever, eroding your language toward Silence. Navigate the decaying layers of The Lexis, where ruling Grammarians hoard words, heretical Logophages seek oblivion, and Echo-Beasts stalk the corridors.

Will you wield the power of Unmaking, or will you, too, be unmade?

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Scripts:
[Localised Languages 🌐 + AutoCards 🎴] by LewdLeah.
[Narrative Guidance 📜] by Purplejump.
An adapted [Narrative Guidance 📜] which instead degrades generated text in progressive stages.

AutoCards are disabled by default.

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Added detail on characters' personality in the respective SC. 25/12/25

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