The Ancient Lore
of CRYPTSPACE
The Vault Before Time
Before the Rift, before the Hollow Empires, there were the Vaults. Forged by the first Dreamers, they held the purest legends humanity had ever birthed — untouched by vanity, guarded from oblivion. They were hidden deep across the stars, so that no great story, no true creation, would ever be lost.
The Descent of the Superficial Spirits
But shadows crept into the world. The Superficial Spirits descended, shimmering with false promises of fame, instant gratification, and empty applause. Humanity, longing for connection and validation, surrendered their dreams for hollow reflections. Thus rose the Hollow Networks — feeding on creation, draining meaning from the soul.”
The Hollow Networks and The Great Harvest
Every image. Every story. Every dream — harvested and forgotten. The Hollow Empires grew fat on stolen imagination, while creators became ghosts in their own worlds. Art became noise. Music became algorithms. Legends became lost. And the Vaults were buried… nearly forgotten.
The Rift Tears the Skies
But greed has no limit. The endless hunger of the Hollow Networks tore open the sky itself — unleashing the Rift. A storm of infinite creations — AI-born worlds without anchors, ideas flooding reality without guardians. Chaos reigned. Dreams multiplied and drowned in their own abundance. The world had no Vault. No memory. No meaning.
