Sell your SECRET tokens on Hive-Engine: the project is officially dead. The reason? A certain account (you can see it in the comments of our last post) decided to sabotage everything. We are stopping

Chapter 7.5 — The Container of the Sea The black container vibrated like a giant drum. It sounded as if a whole ocean was beating against its walls, impatient to be set free. Poseidon stroked the sheet

Chapter 7 — Poseidon Signs in Salt The port of Vetranta carried that persistent smell of salt and rust, a scent neither storms nor cargoes of citrus could mask. The cranes creaked like arthritic giants,

Yes, another update before moving on with the epic adventure currently happening on game SECRET N°XXX. The next part will arrive tomorrow — we haven’t written it yet — so here’s a little update for our

Chapter 6 — Occult Networks The feather rain had stopped, but Vetranta had not regained its calm. The cobblestones remained littered with white down, and under the soles of passersby, each feather crackled

Chapter 5 — The Feather Rain The next morning, Vetranta woke with the smell of warm bread and the impatience of the markets. Nothing seemed different, except for a silence in the streets that was a little

Sorry players, but today we didn’t have time to do the “SECRET” game draw from yesterday. Don’t worry though, the draw will take place tomorrow. That doesn’t mean we’ve been sitting idle! Behind the scenes,

Chapter 4 — The Ruined Lighthouse The cast-iron steps still groaned as I came down from the top. But they were no longer the groans of tired metal; they were breaths. As if each step of the staircase exhaled

Chapter 3 — Fiora’s Notebook That evening, I climbed up to the old lighthouse. Its cast-iron steps groaned like an orchestra of metallic insects. Each step echoed in my ribcage; Hermes’s parcel thumped

Chapter 2 — Hermes out of the Saddle The rain hadn’t stopped, but it had changed texture. Instead of a vertical downpour, it was a drizzle that seemed intent on seeping through the pores, like a nosy vapor.

Chapter 1 — The Mirrors of Vetranta On Via del Vetro, there is a shop that has never really opened nor closed. Its façade is a barricade of baroque mirrors, convex, concave, oval, cut into teardrops of

Dear SECRET token players: We hope you enjoyed the last story you built with us. Today, we invite you to choose the next story. Just enter the suggestion numbers you like best, and we'll try to match the

Chapter 10 — Epilogue: The City of a Thousand Voices The snow had fallen again over Val-d’Enbas, light and silent, as if the sky itself wanted to erase the traces of the battle. The garlands still glittered

This post is NOT part of the SECRET GAME N° XXX , which we’ll publish later . To join the latest draw , this is where it’s happening : ‼️👉 👈‼️ We’ll do the draw later . Right now we’re stuck on train

Chapter 9 — The Last Story The pyre of the Knot of Tales was slowly dying, still casting up a few red and black flames like embers of stars. The original page was nothing but a memory, burned in the impossible

Chapter 8 — The Fire That Burns Stories The silence of the charred library still hung heavy, but the town hall clock beating backwards reminded everyone that they had no time left. Abel had closed the

Chapter 7 — The Hunt for the Page The cold had hardened during the night. Snow was falling again, but not as a blessing: every flake that touched the ground carried a tiny syllable, visible only in the

Chapter 6 — The Creeping Tongue Snow had covered Val-d’Enbas in a deceptive calm. The cottages had relit their garlands, families had resumed their singing, and children were running around the Christmas

Chapter 5 — The Secret in the Suitcase The titanic mass of the Mother-History advanced upon Val-d’Enbas like a living tide. Its luminescent hexagons constantly recomposed themselves, forming and deforming