Penelope's Key is an interactive narrative series powered by Web3. Throughout the timeline — clues and challenges await. This is not a passive viewing experience, your participation is requisite. Live the story 🗝️

A key longs to fulfill its purpose. A door waits patiently to reveal what it holds. Our journey begins on the face of time. Follow the coordinates. Open the lock with memory. Solve the cipher, gain early access.

For their efforts to unravel the truth and following the message, DageDunks & Shae District will be the first recipients of our Early Access Keys. You'll hear from us. Contributors to our cause will learn the truth. Will you?

Threads unravel into loose ends. Secrets beget more secrets. Our pathway leads through the underground. Follow the coordinates. Access the message in code.   Hear the voice, gain early access. 51.51903° N, 0.07197° W

The next message has been uncovered. They've searched the underground, followed the clues, and in return, will be our next Early Access Key recipient. You’ll hear from us. Those who accept the task will see secrets unravel. Perhaps unlocking more than imagined.

Is this the end or another beginning?

A welcoming handshake holds the knife. The grinning smile is bloated with lies. Venture past the row to the river. Cut the ties to dispatch the words. See through the illusion, unlock the first chapter.

The message has been found. For their efforts they will be rewarded with early access. You’ll hear from us soon. The next part of our journey will be accessible from anywhere. Be ready.

What if what we remembered wasn’t true? What if the answer isn’t really there? What if forgetting is freedom?

The language of the mind. Speaks through moments of the past.

When one system fails, another takes it place. If the networks bleed dark, a torch is lit in the tunnel. But if judgement days pass, and the savior is forgotten, Who will program eternity?

This story holds answers Where we look, yet don’t see. For understanding is not born in the light, But found in the consciousness of the dark.

Behind the mind's curtain, a universe spins. But it teeters, fragile on the edge of oblivion. A masked puppeteer pulls the strings. Cloaked in shadows, playing memory games. We dance, unknowing, to their silent tune. As the world slowly forgets.

Skies darken with a coming storm Jackboots thunder through the streets Friends become strangers Strangers become enemies Our minds clouded and black As we brave the burnt city