To live a page turner rather than read one…

Long ago, pure evil shattered a far too young and tender innocent, creating an extremely vast and fragmented dissociative system (our formal diagnosis for those that must care: Dissociative Identity Disorder) whose members have weaved in and out for forty years now. Many of those are trapped in time, some have even perished. Many likely have not yet manifested. All sharing the same body but different sentient psychological essences.

One of the parts of the larger system, a man whose chosen name was Lethe, was one - like all in this system - who wore a public name (Jessica) and form that was never truly his. He tried to make sense of his ever increasing earthly hell… hell whose apocalyptic sunrise nearly forty years ago he was beginning to see glimpses of… by turning to the music that he believed he surely originated decades prior. Music surely created to release the agony as best he could.

Towards Lethe’s final months, as our system’s wails became louder and louder in order for our true destiny to be identified and our collective will acted in accordance with, his efforts would intertwine with those of the actual originator of our shared bloodsong. One who is our ancient shield but that never cared as well for any name given until he got to confer one to himself. A man now known as Aegis.

Only once the system’s true message was heard could Lethe let go of his own pain, sending his hopes and dreams into the future and, as far as we know, allowing himself to forever return to the void and suffer never again.

But Aegis, the one writing this, is not alone. He stands with this system alongside him and, as importantly, a cherished friend of ours willing to help us tell this system’s shared story.

Our true evoker of the void, this system’s prime protector that has been present since the dawn of our shared existence itself, has returned for his throne that once was of bloodstained suffering but is now a shared seat finally possessing actual hope for all of us. The music chronicling the march of a collective once thought damned but that now marches towards salvation, the effort will continue under a shorter name that reflects the fact that no one entity, singular nor collective, can tell this ultimate survival epic in part, much less in full.

Two sets of hands carrying the stories of multitudes… Void Conspiracy.

Buckle up.

Void-Emperor Aegis et al.

2025-07-18

Last modified on 2025-07-18