You are you. Hunched over a desk or glued to a telephone. Superheroes fill your skies as well as your movie screens.

Though you feign interest in this fact of life, secretly this bores you.

Why? Because somewhere in your gut, you know that the world you currently reside in is NOT the only one that has ALWAYS existed, that what you consider to be your consciousness is nothing but the distilled remnants of past attempts at it. That, to put it plainly, the world you reside in is your home — but it is not your first.

Memento Vivere is, as of now, a distilled museum of a long forgotten world. The ever evolving best hits record for a band that has been broken up for decades. Memento Vivere is the life that you once lived. Presented before you in stunning 144p.

Be warned, the moment you press "> START" your life will change. Your consciousness shall join the grand Interveil Internet (a term you will quickly become familliar with), and be uploaded straight into the mind of your Earth Twelve counterpart. Into the closest thing The Starveil (a term you are already familliar with) has to your reality.

And, dear reader, I can tell you how this story ends now. Spoil all of the surprise. Icarus dies... The world ends... Yadda yadda yadda... Truth be told, I am near positive you will ignore the itch in the bones my library will give you, and you will percieve the tales presented as mere works of fiction. Don't worry. That's allowed. But what I will not let you do is misunderstand my work — it is not to be solved, not to be analyzed, not to be studied. It is to be observed, felt, and understood. For these stories are stories about you, the viewer, and your relationship with us. This is a story about us (archivists, storytellers) and our relationship with you. And, to some extent, this is about them, the characters, and their relationship with themselves.