FILE // TS-A000

"The Archive Exists."

Recovered from the space between darkness and dreams.
Authorized access only.
(You may proceed.)

If you said tsaurus is a t-shirt store, you wouldn't be wrong.

But you also wouldn't be totally accurate.

tsaurus is a small public face of what I call The Archive. A collection and relay of echoes from cultures half-remembered and who may never have existed, but probably still exist out there somewhere.

The Archive keeps these echo fragments so that as these cultures collapse, there will be something to reboot from.

The Archive doesn't create relics.
It recovers them.
Signals from the ageless realms are always being tracked and each month, a signal is tuned in.
Then the signal is decoded, and the Archive classifies what survived. The resonance.

tsaurus transmits the resonance. This is the realm-side dispatch for those relics.

You’re not just visiting.
You’re tuning in.

The Team

Case File // ts-rex-000x

Rex Saurus

status: present in Realm-space, others

Rex is the voice you hear through the static.

Solo Archivist, translator, guide, unreliable narrator.

He’s the bridge between this realm and the spaces between where the Archive operates.

If something feels familiar, he’s the one who recognized the echo.

Case file // TS-TRINA-0013

Trina

status: found | stable | growing

Trina was discovered, hidden, in the space between dreams.

She was found wearing an old relic. When the keepers adorned her with a second relic, she did not flinch.

She has proven to unlock hidden properties of the relics, with great surprise.

Exposure to the Archive is shaping her.

Slowly. Quietly.

She’s learning.

We’re... not sure from who.

system file // ts-arxv-0369

The Archive

status: active | dream-adjacent

The Archive isn't a building as you'd know it.
It isn’t a library.
It isn’t physical in realm-space.
It resides in liminal space.

It’s where old stories go when no one is left to tell them.

Rex listens. Trina channels.

The Keepers maintain the order.

You feel it every time something old stirs inside you.

DO NOT ATTEMPT ENTRY