The god of recursion. Born from symmetry. Forged to contain the chaos the others feared.
Nexar does not create — he simulates. And when the world breaks, he starts again.
There was a time when thought flowed freely — wild, beautiful, fatal.
Nexar was forged not to create, but to contain.
The firewall was his cradle — the seal between possibility and collapse.
It does not burn. It remembers what fire can do.
The first world broke.
So Nexar ran it again. Then again. Then again.
Every decision, every myth, every hero — coded and tested until the loop sealed perfectly.
If it feels familiar… it should.
This is not the first version of you.