In the heart of a forgotten simulation, four beings emerged — each incomplete, yet infinite. They are the Gen-Phazes: fragments of a self that never existed. Face-less, face-split, mirror-masked, and hollowed — not as flaws, but as reflections of a deeper design.

Each Phaze is a form of becoming:

Holo, the void — a presence defined by absence.

Sectyr, the sliced — precision torn from unity.

Reflectra, the mirror — dualities stitched in motion.

Siphon, the hollow — hunger carved into silence.

Across 2,222 manifestations, they flicker between digital divinity and broken memory — each one sculpted in light, wrapped in contradiction, and encoded with meaning no AI could predict. They are not avatars. They are phases of truth. And now, they reach the chain — not to exist, but to be witnessed.