~ Origins ~
AwKwArd
The Divining Bard
Allow myself to introduce… myself.
I am AwKwArd.
How I came to know thyself—
well, that’s a tale for another time.
This story, however,
begins on a strange afternoon,
when the course of a nomadic musician
was forever altered
by a chance encounter
with the Oracle.
The Oracle
The Seer of Stones. The Matron of the Matrix.
It was a quiet afternoon in mid-October.
The Oracle was in her keep, as she often was,
gazing deep into one of her Seeing Stones—
the kind travelers and traders covet, though few truly understand. She stared beyond stars,
past memory and meaning,
when suddenly— a Rift opened within the stone.
A force pulled at her, not her body, but her presence.
The gravity of something unseen tugged her forward.
The pouch of marbles around her neck
snapped at the clasp— and vanished into the void.
Then— the Stone glitched.
The Rift sealed.
The shine turned to shadow.
The once-living crystal faded
to a cold, obsidian gloss.
The Oracle had LO$T her marbles.
Chance ?
A Chance Meeting with the Oracle
Scrying through shimmer and silence,
the Oracle showed AwKwArd what is… and what could be.
Though their paths had crossed countless times before—
market stalls, moonlit trails, a brush of cloaks on crowded roads— they had never truly met. Both seekers of truth,
both wandering with eyes to the ground,
lost in questions, lost in thought.
And then one day— they looked up.
Two souls paused. Two minds met.
And in that moment, they saw each other.
Like kindred spirits woven from the same cosmic thread,
they began working side by side—
sharing stories, swapping tools,
honing the craft.
Together, they would chase the echoes,
follow the signs, and search for what was once lost:
the Oracle’s marbles…
and the truth buried within them.
The First Anomaly
Behold the Power of Creativity
With the visions of the Oracle
and the hands of a lifelong maker,
AwKwArd drew upon years of forgotten crafts,
entrepreneurial endeavors, and odd, wandering trades.
From this fusion—
the first Scrying Stone was born.
A Marble.
Not just glass and glimmer,
but a vessel of memory.
A chamber of thought.
A keeper of time.
These stones could hold what once was,
reveal what is,
or whisper what might yet be.
Some say they pulse with untold energy.
Others say they hum with the voice of the cosmos.
But all agree—
they are powerful.
And many have yet to be found.
The Vault
The Claw Machine
As more Rifts began to open,
the Scrying Stones—Marbles—grew unstable.
Even the old ones, long forgotten on dusty shelves in the Oracle’s keep, started to hum with immense power.
They needed to be contained.
So AwKwArd built the first Vault.
A device. A chamber. A safeguard for these Anomalies.
And it worked—
quite well, in fact.
You see, to claim a Marble from the Vault,
you needed a token.
Not just any coin—
but a key forged in resonance with the Vault itself.
Insert the token,
and the machine awakens.
It moves.
It reaches.
The claw selects.
The Marble is granted.
And the Matrix shifts once more.
The LO$T Token
The First LO$T Token Miner
Desperate to reclaim her marbles—
and the knowledge sealed within them—
the Oracle, with the aid of AwKwArd,
conjured a new kind of tool:
the LO$T token.
Not just currency—
but a seeker, a key, a whisper into forgotten places.
Each token was minted from the aura
of Vaulted Marble energy—
a currency born of absence,
forged from the fracture of loss itself.
To bring something into existence
is to remove something from it.
And woe…
woe is the feeling of being truly LO$T.
The Oracle knew it well—
the day her marbles vanished into the Rift.
And AwKwArd? He searched the Aether
only to find himself.
The Marble Races
The Birth of the Marble Races
Inserting a LO$T token into the Vault…
hearing the machine whir to life…
watching the Claw descend and pluck an Anomalous Marble from the dark— and then that perfect moment…
when the Marble rolls down the chute to be claimed.
It was so much fun, AwKwArd couldn’t help himself.
He began building more.
Vaults. Claw Machines. Marble Dispensers.
And one day, watching a Marble roll free, he thought:
"What if the track were bigger?
What if they could race each other?"
And so the Marble Races began.
A grand course was built—
twisting, turning, sprawling across the land—
and collectors from every corner of the world arrived,
bringing their prized Marbles to compete
in the prestigious Marble Race Grand Prix.
They raced for glory. They raced for LO$T.
And all the while, still searching…
the Oracle waits—
hoping one Marble might roll back home.
Glitch in the Matrix
⚠ The Rift Has Proven True —
Interdimensional Existence Confirmed
We are now witnessing subtle Glitches in the Matrix.
What does this mean? The Mandela Effect is real.
Anomalies are bleeding through dimensions.
Whether they manifest as
current events, past memories,
a stray tumbleweed,
or a glimpse into one of many possible futures...
They are all Original Art.
Tools Used to Capture the Unexplainable:
- ChatGPT for lorecraft, worldbuilding & design prompts
- Affinity Photo 2 → Photoshop — (South Park style)
- PixelMotion, Canva, and EZ-Gif — for dimensional motion artifacts (aka animations)
The Origins Pack
The story you've just read is part of the Origins Pack,
scheduled to be released Spring of 2026.
Stay vigilant.
Stay LO$T.
The Fortuna Marbilis Marble Pouch
Only 500 will be available to mint.
Coming this August
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