“Where all timelines fracture, the sigil remains...”

Narrative Intro – Echoes of the Archive “Through Time, Truth Endures.” There was a time when knowledge was linear — bound to scrolls, etched in stone, whispered in candlelit halls. But the Archive remembers differently. It does not store history. It fractures it. You awaken at the threshold of the Rift — a towering seam of light cleaving through the remnants of forgotten worlds. Around you, fragments drift: a scriptorium lost to fire, a data vault humming with obsolete code, a reading hall torn by a storm that never ends. Pages swirl like ghosts. Time has no direction here. The doors stand open, impossibly tall. They do not ask who you are. They ask what you are willing to remember. Beneath your feet, a glowing sigil pulses — a labyrinth not of walls, but of choices. Each step echoes with the weight of truths buried, rewritten, or erased. You are not here to find answers. You are here to listen. The Archive does not lie. It simply waits.