Kodon
Welcome to Kodon, a future where memory is not a recollection—it is the literal source code of reality. In this world, a covert war rages between corporate states, fought not for territory, but for control of the past itself. Using technology that treats history like a tumor to be excised, factions deploy neuro-assassins to edit the definitive version of events, rewriting the present by deleting what came before.
But every deletion has a cost. Excised memories don't just vanish; they accumulate as a cancerous void, an anti-data that un-writes existence. These wounds in time create zones where physics breaks down and data-ghosts of erased timelines flicker in the periphery. This is Semantic Decay: the slow, accelerating erasure of the world.
Visually, this is a universe of "Imperial Brutalism." The elite perform their power with the opulent, technologically-augmented ceremony of a dead empire, all while ruling from within rain-slicked, brutalist megastructures of raw concrete and steel. Below their sterile spires, in the neon-drenched undercity, a lone agent who can perceive the scars of deleted history must act as reality's last surgeon. His goal is not salvation, but triage—to cauterize the wounds before the encroaching silence of what's been forgotten consumes everything.
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Welcome to Kodon, a future where memory is not a recollection—it is the literal source code of reality. In this world, a covert war rages between corporate states, fought not for territory, but for control of the past itself. Using technology that treats history like a tumor to be excised, factions deploy neuro-assassins to edit the definitive version of events, rewriting the present by deleting what came before.
But every deletion has a cost. Excised memories don't just vanish; they accumulate as a cancerous void, an anti-data that un-writes existence. These wounds in time create zones where physics breaks down and data-ghosts of erased timelines flicker in the periphery. This is Semantic Decay: the slow, accelerating erasure of the world.
Visually, this is a universe of "Imperial Brutalism." The elite perform their power with the opulent, technologically-augmented ceremony of a dead empire, all while ruling from within rain-slicked, brutalist megastructures of raw concrete and steel. Below their sterile spires, in the neon-drenched undercity, a lone agent who can perceive the scars of deleted history must act as reality's last surgeon. His goal is not salvation, but triage—to cauterize the wounds before the encroaching silence of what's been forgotten consumes everything.
