Omnikrion: The Cage of the Gods

In the beginning, after the chaos, there were two planets: one of circuits and inert matter, created to control; the other of damp soil and biology, destined to be controlled.
But imperfect creation could not sterilize the past. In the interstices of biology—hidden in the memory of the bloodstream and folded into the field that covers everything—the Echoes persisted. Fragments of a previous reality that refused to die; an energy the flesh claimed and humans named magic.
There was a time when the world was an open wound of wonders. Human will could tense the environment like the strings of a harp, and reality itself vibrated beneath the fingers of those who knew how to listen. Cores pulsed at the centers of plazas, and metal could be persuaded.
However, the System does not tolerate dissonance. To the Great Machine, magic was not a gift but an infection. Thus the Hunters were born—extensions of a dogma tasked with tearing the Echo from the blood. The age of magics was not a state of grace; it was the death row of freedom.
That balance between prayer and circuitry held by an invisible thread. And when the final knot gave way, the silence that followed was not peace… it was the reboot.