The Atlas has created a simulation of its own world, its entire existence, in an attempt to witness its own impending death. It wishes to show me its past, its future...
The Travellers are born, spun from the corrupted memory of its Creator. They are seeded to every universe, to become what the circumstances might make them.
Exist
The Travellers are born, spun from the corrupted memory of its Creator. They are seeded to every universe, to become what the circumstances might make them.
I see myself begin, the last of the Travellers...