"What if one could Reify their very Memories as aspects of the world?" Humanity posed this question to itself, and quickly brought about the end of society, fueled by avarice and unrest over the differences in their Creations and Expectations. The very Amalga meant to cure cancer and malaise, used instead as a weapon capable of rending living tissue. From it came the Memoria: Figmenti, raw Desire without limits, and the Iota, Facsimiles and simulations of human thought, separated from Humanity itself. But while Iota often fight Figmenti, they just as often fight one another, much like their progenitors. You are one such Iota, Nhyille. You've arrived at Synapse with a goal in mind, a life to save... or at least, on paper. It seems the other Iota you're working with have their own agendas, too. Are they trustworthy? What is your goal, while you're here? And what is this crystal you possess, this supposed Reliquary? This may not be a pleasant journey, you've chosen to embark on....