Tarius Damon
Prologue — When Sparks Dream
The sky over Itrion was fractal glass that caught the twilight and bent it into rivers of color. On the cliff-edge Forge, a lone figure coaxed flame from a clockwork anvil: Tarius Damon, smith of impossible worlds.
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Tonight the ember spoke.
“Show me a realm where villagers dream their own fates.”
Tarius answered by striking iron and code together. Sparks leapt. From each spark unspooled a mini-verse:
◆ A village whose stories rewrite themselves at midnight.
◆ A labyrinth that reveals new corridors if you listen closely.
◆ A duel of wits where the arena learns your tactics… and mocks you.
But the flame is fickle. It feeds on curiosity—and the smith cannot shape it alone.
Your Role
Stand in the glow, traveler. Press “Follow” at the top of this page to:
- Unlock first access to prototypes the moment they cool on the anvil.
- Receive secret scrolls: design sketches, discarded experiments, and the occasional catastrophic bug report (for your amusement).
- Vote in forge-fires that decide which worlds get tempered next.
If you crave sparks between updates, ride the aether to @tariusdamon on X— where progress GIFs flutter like fireflies and weekly recap threads distill the grind into potion-strength insight.
The anvil hums.
The ember waits.
Will you help shape the next world?
