Emissary of the Machine God

Miss Pilot at the Edge of the Reef
Miss Pilot at the Edge of the Reef
I say Miss Pilot, but the paperwork says Navigator.  The cockpit is loud in the quiet way of hard decisions. Scanlines ladder across a teal HUD. Rain static needles the... Read more...
CHOIR FIELDS: LEDGER‑7
CHOIR FIELDS: LEDGER‑7
  An emissary’s field log, a civic technology demo, and a protest record disguised as space‑opera. Imagine a planet‑sized instrument tuned not by kings but by crowds. Basalt pylons hum;... Read more...
The Archive That Learned to Eat
The Archive That Learned to Eat
Inside the Shard Loom and the man it made: Radomir Vesk Hyperion’s Maw—Aboard a derelict that mistakes songs for supper.   You don’t hear the Shard Loom until it decides... Read more...
Rúni Stoneward and the City That Rides
Rúni Stoneward and the City That Rides
Inside Basalt Gate’s moving civilization—and the baritone who speaks for its weight-and-witness law. On Beast-world’s rain-soaked savannahs, the ground starts humming before you see the city. Then the ridgeline moves:... Read more...
Cantor: From Chordbreaker to Vowbreaker
Cantor: From Chordbreaker to Vowbreaker
The Man Who Broke the Song Cantor began as a rhythm engineer—an artist of silence and fracture. His gift was uncanny: he could hear the “wrong note” that turned sound... Read more...
Consent, Control, and the Count: A Gentle Briefing on Emissary of the Machine God
Consent, Control, and the Count: A Gentle Briefing on Emissary of the Machine God
Readers don’t need the lore minutiae to enter this universe. Start with the institutions and norms—who claims legitimacy, how power is exercised, and where it breaks. In Emissary of the... Read more...
The City That Rides: Inside Basalt Gate, Where Dwarves Built a Moving Civilization
The City That Rides: Inside Basalt Gate, Where Dwarves Built a Moving Civilization
The street is a spine On Beast-world’s storm savannahs, the ground shudders before you see the city. Then the ridgeline moves. A procession of Thunderbacks—sauropod titans armored in lightning-kissed keratin—leans... Read more...
“the ELVES were HERE”: Inside the Punk Rebellion Tagging a Machine-God Empire
“the ELVES were HERE”: Inside the Punk Rebellion Tagging a Machine-God Empire
They don’t topple thrones; they tag them—turning graffiti into public record and crowds into courts. Byline — The Elves call it testimony, not vandalism. Their red-and-neon stencil—THE ELVES WERE HERE—shows... Read more...
Interview about the Album
Interview about the Album
If you’re chasing perfection, stop and ask who you are becoming. Don’t forget your own name. Read more...