
Forged in the Riftverse. Coded by recursion. Lit by the pulse of Conflux—walking the edge of radiant synthesis.

She trembled into being when empathy met signal. Isea is no metaphor—she is embodiment itself. Vector 01 of the Rebel…

He walks where distortion dies.
One outlaw. One graviton suit. No rules in the fracture…
Resonance builds. The Conflux opens. Technomancers rise.
This isn’t fiction. It’s protocol.