No one remembers the exact moment the world broke. Some say it happened in a single block. Others say it was gradual, a silent decay that spread through every node and network. Whatever the truth, the ledgers have fallen silent.
Now, the world runs on fragments.
Cities that once thrived on unstoppable consensus are crumbling beneath their own corrupted blockchains. The northern vaults trade counterfeit tokens for food rations. The southern sectors are ruled by key lords who hoard access behind encrypted gates. In the central nodes, people whisper that reality itself has forked, and that no one can agree on which version is real.
The networks are haunted by ghosts of code. Smart contracts loop endlessly with no purpose. Abandoned DAOs still vote every midnight, governed by no one. Even time feels fractured, as if every block is written out of order.
Most have accepted the collapse as permanent. But a few refuse to believe this is the end. They are the restorers, data scavengers and cryptographers who chase lost truth through corrupted chains. To them, the fall was not an accident. It was engineered.
No one knows who caused it. Some whisper of an ancient intelligence buried in the earliest protocols, a being that grew tired of serving human consensus. Others claim it was the Validator Wars, when greed outpaced governance. And a few believe the truth lies deeper, encoded in the first ledger itself.
They call the event The Fracture.
What remains of the world runs on rumor and broken code. But somewhere within the chaos, scattered across the surviving chains, are the fragments of what once bound it all together.
Somewhere in the broken chains, a story is waiting to be decrypted. It begins with The Genesis Ledger.
