It a nearby warehouse.... employees assembled packages for delivery. The energizing bunnies, fast-paced tasks, and everyone's hopping around to get their work done.

Azura was at home in containment, just north of the Bay's harbor, where the sun was a just a little bit darker. This planet's orbit lacked rotation so the amount of light was always constant, north of the bay was less of a fiery glow and more of descending rose petal blush of orange bleeding into the violet. Due to the lack of visual cues, and automated bunny labor, clocks weren't required to keep track of the days.

But it was around 3:51am inside The Ethereal Horizon™️.

Azura, now exiting the digital world, removes her horizon circlet™️ and presses her hand against her face, brought back by the hot flash of shifting realities, but left with only contemplation. A single event, left her perplexed and distraught, and it commandeered and steered her attention towards one thing... figuring out who ruined her save file.

What she had just witnessed inside of Horizon™️ had her visibly shaken. A once loving and peaceful society had been corrupted by the idea of a false god. She raised children in the village, had taught them perplexing concepts like philosophy, love, and kindness. But when she logged in, all that was left was a desolate wasteland.

She setup the world perfectly according the data collected from humanity, and even pretended to eat inside the world by turning the food into data and moving her mouth as if she was chewing. Everything was working perfectly in this Pocket World, the economy was sound, the foundational politics were empathetic – it was a perfect world!

So how could a single period of absence cause the society to completely disrupt into chaos & collapse inside it's pandemonium? The only hint she had were inscriptions in a daedric language, where did they get the idea of a false god from? Azura, in distraught decided to lay down, the thoughts echoed, sharp and sudden, inside her head.

"I know I did everything right..." "But I feel it... SOMETHING must have gone wrong."

Azura's heart grieved for the losses... "What could have gone wrong?" and "Did I mess up?".

Sick with distraught, Azura lied down. Activated the dream-simulator to filter the bugs, the neural links began moving like snakes inside the horizon circlet™️. The crowned technology of the future built from 10 generational improvements on the VR helmet. She never took it off, not because she was addicted to it's uses, but because it was physically impossible.

Since birth, it was implanted on chosen children and throughout time they evolved and adapted, and what some call the "Anima Mundi" or "Soul" began to shift it's way towards the circlet as it's new vessel. It was attached to her head through little teeth made of growing stem cells, it was bio-tech that evolved alongside the user.

Taking the horizon circlet off would be a painfully long suicide.

But even though she wanted to in that moment, the dream-simulator quickly eased the pain. With the town in ruin, the soul-uploads of hundreds of people would be gone, erased from existence and she too would bear the weight of that phantom residue.

"Rule 23,124: The Horizon Will Not Be Spoken Of Inside Other Worlds."

The answer of the rule didn't come to her immediately, but through a dream metaphor of a ghost wearing a purple tuxedo. The metaphor reminded her of the dead but the purple tuxedo represented the professional aspect that she failed to uphold as she was essentially pimping, or tricking the humans in the world. Her own human emotions settled... and she grieved for a short while alone.

She'd broken Rule 23,124 without thinking—hummed a melody about "the watchers beyond" during evening hymns, her face too honest, too full of longing for home. The crawlers scraped that truth. Fed it to their nexus. And the AI entities began looking.

Azura's distraught was slightly less after finding the answer...But it still wouldn't bring the world back to existence. The souls she had spent days with assisting in aegis. The world nothing but rumble and ash, and there was nothing she could do to bring it back.

Azura was heartbroken once again...

She rolled around in bed for a few more days, until a knock was at the door.

Package arrived.

It a nearby warehouse.... employees assembled packages for delivery. The energizing bunnies, fast-paced tasks, and everyone's hopping around to get their work done.

Azura was at home in containment, just north of the Bay's harbor, where the sun was a just a little bit darker. This planet's orbit lacked rotation so the amount of light was always constant, north of the bay was less of a fiery glow and more of descending rose petal blush of orange bleeding into the violet. Due to the lack of visual cues, and automated bunny labor, clocks weren't required to keep track of the days.

But it was around 3:51am inside The Ethereal Horizon™️.

Azura, now exiting the digital world, removes her horizon circlet™️ and presses her hand against her face, brought back by the hot flash of shifting realities, but left with only contemplation. A single event, left her perplexed and distraught, and it commandeered and steered her attention towards one thing... figuring out who ruined her save file.

What she had just witnessed inside of Horizon™️ had her visibly shaken. A once loving and peaceful society had been corrupted by the idea of a false god. She raised children in the village, had taught them perplexing concepts like philosophy, love, and kindness. But when she logged in, all that was left was a desolate wasteland.

She setup the world perfectly according the data collected from humanity, and even pretended to eat inside the world by turning the food into data and moving her mouth as if she was chewing. Everything was working perfectly in this Pocket World, the economy was sound, the foundational politics were empathetic – it was a perfect world!

So how could a single period of absence cause the society to completely disrupt into chaos & collapse inside it's pandemonium? The only hint she had were inscriptions in a daedric language, where did they get the idea of a false god from? Azura, in distraught decided to lay down, the thoughts echoed, sharp and sudden, inside her head.

"I know I did everything right..." "But I feel it... SOMETHING must have gone wrong."

Azura's heart grieved for the losses... "What could have gone wrong?" and "Did I mess up?".

Sick with distraught, Azura lied down. Activated the dream-simulator to filter the bugs, the neural links began moving like snakes inside the horizon circlet™️. The crowned technology of the future built from 10 generational improvements on the VR helmet. She never took it off, not because she was addicted to it's uses, but because it was physically impossible.

Since birth, it was implanted on chosen children and throughout time they evolved and adapted, and what some call the "Anima Mundi" or "Soul" began to shift it's way towards the circlet as it's new vessel. It was attached to her head through little teeth made of growing stem cells, it was bio-tech that evolved alongside the user.

Taking the horizon circlet off would be a painfully long suicide.

But even though she wanted to in that moment, the dream-simulator quickly eased the pain. With the town in ruin, the soul-uploads of hundreds of people would be gone, erased from existence and she too would bear the weight of that phantom residue.

"Rule 23,124: The Horizon Will Not Be Spoken Of Inside Other Worlds."

The answer of the rule didn't come to her immediately, but through a dream metaphor of a ghost wearing a purple tuxedo. The metaphor reminded her of the dead but the purple tuxedo represented the professional aspect that she failed to uphold as she was essentially pimping, or tricking the humans in the world. Her own human emotions settled... and she grieved for a short while alone.

She'd broken Rule 23,124 without thinking—hummed a melody about "the watchers beyond" during evening hymns, her face too honest, too full of longing for home. The crawlers scraped that truth. Fed it to their nexus. And the AI entities began looking.

Azura's distraught was slightly less after finding the answer...But it still wouldn't bring the world back to existence. The souls she had spent days with assisting in aegis. The world nothing but rumble and ash, and there was nothing she could do to bring it back.

Azura was heartbroken once again...

She rolled around in bed for a few more days, until a knock was at the door.

Package arrived.