There are worlds within worlds, each layer concealed by the veil of the one that came before it. To the unknowing, reality is a fixed construct, a seamless fabric that weaves together the threads of time, space, and existence. Most never question the ground beneath their feet, the sky above their heads, or the ticking of the clock—they are content to follow the slow, predictable flow of time, oblivious to the invisible forces that shape their lives. But beyond the surface, hidden in the cracks of history, there are whispers. Whispers of ancient secrets, long-buried truths, and codes waiting patiently in the shadows to be unraveled. 

For centuries, these mysteries have lingered just out of reach, revealing themselves only to those with the eyes to see. Mysterious disappearances have left no trace but a lingering sense of unease. Impossible events—like ships vanishing into thin air, or entire cities lost to time—have been marked down in the margins of forgotten tomes. Cryptic symbols etched into ancient stone tablets have appeared and disappeared like ghostly apparitions, their meanings slipping from memory like smoke dissolving into the wind. Most dismiss these phenomena as coincidence, or the fleeting imaginings of wild minds. But a few… a select few see the patterns. These individuals, scattered across time, share a connection to something far greater than themselves—an unseen architecture, a framework that lies beneath the visible world, binding everything together. 

They whisper of a figure lost to the fog of legend. His name is Ciphyr, a shadowy entity whose invisible hand has nudged the course of history itself. He is not a man, nor a god, but something in between—a force that moves through the centuries, unseen and unheard, but ever-present. Some call him a protector of humanity, while others believe he is the herald of chaos. No one knows for sure. Only one thing is certain: wherever the truth is threatened, Ciphyr is not far behind. 

Alongside Ciphyr, there are rumors of a secretive organization known only as the Sanctum Veritas. Formed by those who have glimpsed beyond the veil, their purpose is singular: to guard the truth, to preserve it from those who would seek to twist it for their own gain. Their existence is hidden within the folds of history, their meetings encoded within ciphers and secret codes passed down through the ages. They are the unseen watchers, moving in the shadows, protecting the fragile threads of knowledge from being severed. 

For most, these are only stories—fragments of myths passed down through the centuries, half-forgotten symbols carved into ancient ruins, or cryptic texts that scholars have long since given up trying to decode. They are tales told in dark corners, dismissed as the fevered dreams of conspiracy theorists and eccentrics. But what if the stories were true? What if the myths were more than just fiction? 

As the last day of the year approaches, the boundary between reality and myth begins to blur. A young woman, living her quiet life, stumbles upon something she was never meant to see. She doesn’t know it yet, but her life is about to change forever. When the clock strikes 21h10, the hidden doors will open, and long-buried truths will begin to emerge. On that night, the ancient mysteries that have been obscured for centuries will start to unravel, and the thin veils that separate the worlds will stretch to their breaking point. And for those with the courage to follow the truth, to step into the unknown and seek out the secrets that have been hidden from the world for millennia, the real mystery is only just beginning. The answers are there, buried deep within the ciphers, waiting to be uncovered by those who dare to see beyond the veil.