Synthisants: Grafted Souls of the Conflux
In the ever-shifting glow of the Conflux, where ion storms blur flesh and circuitry, walk the Synthisants—beings neither born whole nor broken, but grafted, refined, and evolved through symbiosis. They’re not machines with memories or humans with upgrades—they are something else entirely.
Born from trauma, choice, rebellion, or survival, each Synthisant carries a signature spark—a fusion of organic experience and mechanized will. Their limbs hum with ionsteel. Their thoughts echo through synaptic lace. They feel everything. Sometimes more than human.
From chrome-skulled messengers to micro-surge queens and kinetic poet-warriors, the Synthisants own the Conflux’s edge. They are its rhythm. Its resilience. Its warning and its promise.
These are the stories of those who refused to remain just one thing.
2749 Datastreams:
Enlightened Antimatter
When identity meets antimatter, only myth survives the convergence.
Ink
Where pigment no longer suffices, voltage takes the brush
Eye-To-Eye (IToI)
Gaze beyond the veil—where neon hums, souls intertwine, and connection becomes infinite
2749 Datastreams:
Enlightened Antimatter
When identity meets antimatter, only myth survives the convergence.
Ink
Where pigment no longer suffices, voltage takes the brush
Eye-To-Eye (IToI)
Gaze beyond the veil—where neon hums, souls intertwine, and connection becomes infinite
