"Everything that was, persists... even if no one remembers it." Before the Rift, humanity pursued the immortality of progress. In its arrogance, it sought to open the seams of the universe to extract energy from the unknowable. And it succeeded. A flash. A quantum whisper. A failed experiment. The world fragmented—not into fragments of land, but into versions of itself. Time, space, biology… everything was reconfigured in a chaos of possibilities that were never meant to coexist. From that abyss emerged five new humanities, each with its own gifts, its own traumas… and its own ways of forgetting. This isn't the story of the end of the world. It's the story of someone deciding whether it's worth rebuilding. Even if it means disappearing in the process.