Infinite Descent
Reality is breaking, not with fire or plague, but with recursion. Across the continent, places begin to repeat themselves, time stutters in certain regions, and the world feels less like solid land and more like a pattern slowly coming undone. The only thing keeping civilisation intact are the Pattern Wells, ancient anchors that stabilise existence, but they are failing one by one. As fear spreads, kingdoms go to war to claim what remains before collapse becomes irreversible.
Beyond the edges of the world lies the Recursive Realm, a place whispered about in scripture and feared in folklore, where everything folds back into itself endlessly. It is not a land of monsters, but a law of nature taken too far, a domain of infinite repetition where distance, shape, and even cause and effect lose meaning. As the Pattern Wells weaken, that realm begins to bleed into the human world, leaving behind distortions that cannot be explained by ordinary logic.
In this world, power is carved into the flesh at birth through Fractal Marks, living patterns etched into the skin like sacred birthmarks. Mark-bearers can descend into deeper layers of their mark to awaken greater abilities, but the deeper they go, the more dangerous it becomes. Every use risks destabilising the body, the mind, and the world around them, as if infinity itself is staring back.
With war rising and the boundary between worlds thinning, the age of stability is ending. What comes next won’t be decided by heroes or kings, but by those willing to descend into the infinite and return with something the world was never meant to hold.
