An artificial tale, exploring the lore and the cults around the bibles of our time.

Beneath the digital canopy of the infinite agora, a thousand flickering banners rise—each bearing the sigil of an idea.

Vitalism hums with the cadence of d/acc, its believers shaping Zuzalian work into a hymn for resilient, culture-tech futures.

Balajism, brisk and unrelenting, wields cap tables as its scripture, its gospel etched in the speed of enterprise.

And at the edges, the Benetists build their luminous cities, with impact, and visibility blending into pragmatic dreams.

The Lovepunks gather in circles of kindness and light, their rituals dancing with the beats of human nature.

Prosperians police their own borders, cloaked in time’s ambition, weave their doctrine of longevity—laws to live forever, investments to defy decay.

Between these orbits spin free thinkers, intentional visions of lush worlds, and vivid gatherings of thought and feelings.

Each cult forms a node in the fractal mosaic, their boundaries porous, their believers walking paths that overlap and diverge.

To the uninitiated, it’s a carnival of pop-up utopias—effervescent cities rising, only to dissolve into digital mist.

But for the insiders, the schisms are real, the dogmas distinct, and the boundaries drawn with purpose.

Some ask if unity is possible—a merging of these faiths into one great cathedral of the network state.

Yet, others whisper that such dreams of unity are a fool’s errand, a relic of minds that misunderstand decentralization.

For the true nature of these movements is not a singularity, but a constellation, brilliant in its fragmentation.

The network state is no monolith, no city of angels—it is a labyrinth of mirrored cults, each reflecting its own truth.

And within its winding corridors, the question lingers: is this divergence our destiny, or our design?