In the Shatter Realm, belief has mass. When stories break the frame of reality, they mineralize.

When intense stories exert pressure, they crystallize into a rift form - a hybrid material of memory, symbol, and intention.

Myths are matter.

The Shatter Realm sits alongside countless others - stitched from grand cathedrals, stretching scrap yards, flesh factories and cities with darkened streets that carry stories away with the wind.

The Flesh Foundry hums beneath the ground - workshops where touch is taught to behave, where hands learn the same motion until they forget their names. Along the banks the Scrying River speaks in borrowed voices; under the paving the Siphon’s bleed lines drink. Market halls host Husk sellers who weigh emptiness like fine spices, sell relief by the measure and price by the hour.

Even so, the realm resists: rooftops where coral gardens reclaim scaffolds, basements where the Choir of Hands is unstrung, dance floors where fogcraft thins under light and staticbinding breaks on rhythm. We keep our door there - on the outskirts of the world we’re told is non-negotiable - where numbness fades.

Where the Shatter Realm frays, we maintain a small tear connecting worlds and slip through what the Flesh Foundry would tame.

Our charter is refusal—no hush, no domestication of touch, no selling of stillness at Husk stalls. We don’t trade relief by the ladle. We don’t count pulse in hours. We keep names bright. When the Scrying River speaks in borrowed voices, we listen for the grain of the true one. When the Siphon’s bleed lines drink underfoot, we route our steps along coral and scaffold.

Every Rift Form we retrieve is set free again with a bearer. First, we welcome it: salt for luck, cloth for drying, a note in the plain ledger—its found name, origin, edition, and a line about its temperament. Rift Forms are hybrids of memory, symbol, and intention; they are stubborn in good ways. Some love to drink up light, some prefer shadow; all want to be worn and seen. Our artefacts won’t make a river stop lying, but we hope they might help you hear your voice through it.