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Seems like Leviathor needs some help… if it’s not already too late. Let his troubling SOS tweets guide you to a mysterious world you’d rather not stay too long if you want to remain safe. May you manage to master glitches, they can still surprise you: collect them and you will access the spookiest room ever. The paths you take don’t always lead where you intended to… Finding your way, finding the truth, if there is any, will be a matter of strong willingness and bravery.

Uncover Leviathor’s mysterious past in a world just as much mysterious. Is a death museum only reserved for dead people? One needs a lot of pictures to get the big picture... Reading between the lines might help, opening the right doors too. You will need to sort out fact from fiction in a place where worlds and words intertwine. Remember, carefully observing others often gives answers!

Fashion is full of secrets and surprises... The Metaverse Fashion Week is for sure no exception! There, some say a trendy feature acts as a key to a new world, like a prism full of colours. Eerie atmosphere and spiral ways shall not interfere with your ability to observe your environment. Getting to know your fellow’s interests is always much appreciated... So if for some, fashion is a passion, you’d better care. It might lead you further than the catwalks!

Some employees are far from being free, even when they are no longer part of The Company... talking to them might not set them free, but at least release important information. But how to make it happen when your interlocutor’s speech is generated and under control? Questions are often the answer. Words and letters helped civilizations to evolve, they might do the same with your quest.

Some people dream to go high but for that, they usually need to start from the ground floor. Even from below for some. And underground is rarely peaceful, often inhabited by beasts themselves inhabited by darkness. It is now invaded by dead creatures from the future. Fight or flight, you will figure out the best option. Bravery and perseverance should trigger someone special to guide you somewhere special, somewhere they are all here for. Some say walls have ears, well they might have other abilities...

The benefits of art are countless. For Leviathor they are priceless. The last bastion of resistance, the last safe hiding place. He used to say art was his refuge. A collection can host NFTs, NFTs can host secrets. Artworks convey the meaning you need in the right place at the right time. One colour is enough to change everything, even gravity. Isn't gravity another illusion?

A special gift for a special birthday. To mourn or celebrate, the Cryptopunks have chosen both. Their first birthday without #2672 leaves a bitter taste and bitter tweets. Losing Leviathor, whom they have only known as #2672, is losing a friend, an active member, a Cryptoart passionate, one of the most committed degens. Legend has it that some Cryptopunks had helped him in his ultimate fight against the Company. Leviathor had many enemies, but many would consider him a friend. Here is a torn tribute to the fallen #2672.

Real fiction, scientific reality, controlled land, SciFi takes a turn and combines it all. Everything is becoming confidential... Did Leviathor steal any information before leaving? The Company is spreading the word. Leaks or lies? Where does the truth comes out of? Singer, megaphone, AI, everyone has their own version. The right note will have the final word.

They won't get us if you don't let them mislead you. We will be everywhere to defend our beliefs. One web3 event has always striven for the future of Metaverse. So have we. Meet us there. Online. Our undercover has something to tell you.

They’ve hacked the AI. But when you attack one, several counterattack. We are many. I’ve helped since the beginning, hiding my identity. It won’t last. Communities are with us too. Starting with the Lost Donkeys.

When the invisible is made visible, everything is possible. May they find a word, we have it too. We are everywhere.

We’ve gathered what the media uncovered. Evidence on all sides coincides. The Company’s projects won’t remain confidential for long. We all have something to say.

Warning! The AI’s days are numbered. 2 maximum. Their virus attacked its code. No one has full access to its programme. We need your help to resist.

AI, where are you? Totally unresponsive. There might be one last chance. The Company knows about it. But the person behind this chance was Leviathor’s friend, not theirs.

How do you distinguish art from reality? Is there even a difference? NFT artists wonder, as did Leviathor. They walked hand in hand towards History.

Password successful. Rebooting in progress. Some of Leviathor's memories that shaped the AI resurface. But there are not only memories.

The AI is struggling. The Dissident is striving. Leviathor passed away but he had planned it all, including sending the right image to the right person.

Our team has full power. Time for action. The AI will survive, its assailants won't. Reality and virtuality can blend beyond the possible.

The virus is gone. The quest for truth goes on. Truth is full of tones. Hues are clues.

Blaming without knowing. Believing without researching. This is the modus operandi of many of the Employees. Their evidence does not make sense.

Truth starts to spill. Some witness, others act. May They know where we go, they will not reach us. Freedom is beyond their reach.

Their hatred grows. Truth often disturbs. Bravery too. That's the way we are. May the fighters for a better future safely gather.

If The Company’s plan works, no one will be spared. We’ve got keys to secure. Keys for future. We’ve kept protecting it. Find the right keys, search for them, run for them, respect the treasures they keep.

It's time for you to know. You've helped a lot. Today, you can do way more: save the blockchain. Leviathor started the work, you will finish it.

Hi. Guess you’re heading to The Company right now. Let me give you some context. When I stole the key to the backdoor, the Boss of The Company forced the colleagues from my team to keep quiet and change their identities to keep police away. When Tony Gany expressed his doubts in The Company, his trust in me, the Boss got him killed. The Boss will do anything to control the blockchain. He has no limits. It’s been months Billie and I have tried to unmask him. He infiltrated our team as a simple webmaster suffering from amnesia. In fact, he was the Boss watching all of us, perfecting his scheme to take absolute control of his blockchain. He’s a master in the art of camouflage. But I’d assume I would lure him in with the wallet. He knew I put the backdoor key in it. He has it today, but it won’t last long. Cause you’re here. The key to the backdoor, the cryptopunk, NFTs, they’re all in the wallet. Someone who believes in the blockchain should own the wallet. Someone like you.