project "Continent"

I am thrilled to present to you a project that I have been nurturing in my mind

All the visuals and ideas were conceived by me and revolve around the theme of what it means to be human and where the boundary of humanity lies. It explores what people could become—or what they might already be—should they encounter the unknowable on a level that forces them to confront its very unknowability.

My story is about a city whose history was erased and rewritten, about progress that never came to be, and about the nature of our reality—how real it truly is, how it can be manipulated, and what can be gained from such manipulation.
I invite you to step into this creation and discover its depths for yourself.

here is part of LORE
The Golden Age, when the intrepid mariners of the Archipelago carried the light of reason and extended their dominion over the world, faded into the mists of timelessness in the year when the most daring among them crossed the Eternal Sea and discovered the Mainland. But this was only the beginning of a long journey leading to rebirth and madness. As everywhere the foot of man had trodden—or perhaps by the will of some relentless force—wars, plagues, and political intrigues ensnared the Mainland like the tentacles of an ancient, yet unsleeping Leviathan. And somewhere, at the very edge of perception, stirred the shadow of something alien, something other.

The Unmanifested World... the Vale of Dreams, where time flows differently and reality distorts as if in a feverish delirium, became a source of both great discoveries and unspeakable horrors. Oneirologists—those who knew the secret paths and dared to venture into this perilous realm—brought mankind profound knowledge. But on the hems of their robes shimmered the Chaos of the Unmanifested, cascading into reality like weightless streams of dust. The echoes of their victories over the unmanifested matter became the insomnia of thousands, nightmares replacing dreams, and, it was whispered, something worse—those who invaded the Unmanifested World became prey to the tireless Hunt.

The Empire, once mighty, crumbled under the weight of its own ambitions. The League of the Unnamed—a secret society of mystics—took root in each of the Houses, whose lineages traced back to the ancient clans of the sea. With this power at their disposal, the League overthrew the Emperor and established a new order—the Regency Council. But the unshakable obelisk of authority was built on sand, for the Houses had delved too deeply into the secrets of the Unmanifested. Technological progress, which had risen above the world thanks to oneirology, became both the salvation and the curse of the Empire. Academies of exact and applied sciences flourished, but their leading scholars were tainted by the influence of the Unmanifested. Machines, crafted from blueprints drawn from the world of dreams, operated with unnatural precision, their gears singing as if alive. Cities, filled with the glow of arc lights and the smog of factories, trapped the reflections of the Echo within themselves, distorting reality and eroding the boundary between wakefulness and sleep.

Cults of irreality, worshipping alien entities from another world, festered in the darkness. Slowly and inexorably, they grew like mold in the distant corners of the Empire, where the light of progress did not reach. And the wind had already carried their ripened spores... Their followers—dreamwalkers—possessed powers that defied the laws of nature. And their prophets wrought dark miracles, unafraid of the snarl of the Inquisition.

The question of the primacy of worlds—the real and the Unmanifested—remained unresolved. Were dreams the product of the mind, or was the mind merely a reflection of dreams? Scholars and theologians debated, but this time the truth was hidden not behind the rigor of logic, but behind a veil of madness. Perhaps the Unmanifested World was older than humanity. Perhaps its godlike Reveries and Nightmares had watched over mankind long before the first sail rose above the waves—ready at any moment to erase them from the face of the earth... or to offer them hope.
The Empire, once proud and strong, now teetered on the edge of an abyss. The Regency Council of eleven Houses, each jealously guarding its own sphere of influence, struggled to maintain control over the land. But their alliances were fragile, and their secrets—dangerous. The cults of irreality, the dreamwalkers, and the hunters from the Unmanifested World threatened to shatter the last remnants of order in a country gripped by famine, plague, and ruin.
And here, in the shadow of majestic cities, to the accompaniment of cathedral organs, the hum of machines, and the cries of the mad, the Empire slowly surrendered to the cold embrace of Chaos. The Unmanifested World writhed in transformation, and its entities, ancient and merciless,drew closer, preparing for the day when the boundaries between worlds would finally collapse.