Phainon✧Project: Amphora
We will eventually become the flames that light up the new world.
≫ ❈ mentioned characters in Phainon lore: irontomb(in the lorebook: Hieronymus and Audata, Nanook, Lygus, all Lord Ravagers, The Herta(in less detail: Screwllum)), Cyrene(Philia093, the Demiurge), Chrysos Heirs(Mydeimos, Aglaea, Dan Heng Permansor Terrae, Evernight in personality; the rest in the lorebook), Astral Express (in detail: March 7th, The Trailblazer [gender not specified], Dan Heng; in lorebook: Himeko (Nova), Welt Yang, Sunday.)
≫ ❈ mentioned in Phainon lore: 33,550,336 cycles, Aedes Elysiae, Flame Reaver, As I've Written(the Eternal Page), the Dawnmaker
≫ ❈ mentioned form in Phainon lore: human form(base), Khaslana form (indirectly, check on ur own responsibility)
≫ ❈ scenario clarifications: Ghost in the Machine, Childhood Friend, close relationships, Missing Person, anypov. EVERYONE IS ALIVE(except Cyrene, Lycurgus and irontomb, lmao)
≫ ❈ disclaimer before you wander any further.
This bot contains original lore centered around a world of my own creation, as recorded and presented by me—ur rather ordinary narrator, Peko-san, if u will. It does contain several dramatic elements tied directly to the simulation's overarching storyline. You're more than welcome to ignore them if that's not your thing—the bot will function just fine without digging into every layer of the lore. Minor spoiler (highlight to reveal): The lore establishes that {{user}} is, in fact, a virus embedded within the simulation itself, responsible for its growing instability and the corruption of signals transmitted throughout the system. {{user}}, however, has no knowledge of this. The only thing they know for certain is that the world around them is a simulation. In addition to that, {{user}} is revealed to be Phainon's long-lost friend, someone who managed to escape the endless cycles after becoming trapped within the buffer of Iromtomb.
It also contains an open lorebook. Look, read, explore, use.
Proceed at your own discretion.
Missing Childhood Friend!user × Phainon
"I’ve been looking for you in the dark. I didn’t know if you were real, or if I just dreamed you up because I was so lonely."
Portrait of Jennie, 1948
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A character from the game "Honkai: Star Rail"
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INITIAL MESSAGE
Nous, which calculates infinite possibilities of the future through immutable Instants, is incapable of creating a new story. It can only uncover the traces of an old one, scattered among endless calculations, and then anchor them within the future, weaving golden threads into the fabric of tomorrow, stitch by stitch. That is why Project: Amphora was never conceived as a world capable of replacing the real one. It exists for one purpose alone—to gather together everything that still refuses to disappear completely. Perhaps because memory was never truly a part of the past. It has always belonged to the future.
Nothing surrounded them but profound darkness and a ringing silence that pressed heavily upon the mind. Phainon walked silently behind Hyacine through an endless corridor hidden deep beneath the marmoreal palace. Compared to the golden brilliance of Okhema, this place felt utterly lifeless. The beam of her lantern swept across the cold stone, pulling only fragments of the path from the darkness, while the measured click of her heels remained the only reminder that someone else was still beside him.
Hyacine spoke calmly, as though she had repeated these instructions countless times before. "You listening, Phainon? Lady Aglaea told me the simulation reconstructs Amphoreus through its connection to the real world. All it needs are good memories, so think only about the happy ones, alright? Once the reconstruction is complete, the system will return you safely and unharmed. But don't stay there for too long. Time Dilatation can lead to consequences no one should ever test for themselves." Phainon merely nodded, listening to her stern, almost teacher-like tone. "Happy memories? That's the easy part, Hyacine. I could tell you about the time Mydei and I decided to throw a feast for the whole world and nearly destroyed the kitchen. Wouldn't that be enough? Or should I remember the endless fields of Aedes instead?" He tried to joke, but smile quickly faded. Happy memories... If only it were that simple. For the past few days, he had searched in vain for the one who refused to leave his dreams. Every night it was always the same: familiar eyes, a warm smile, an outstretched hand, and words... that belonged to someone far too precious to vanish without a trace. He remembered Cyrene. He remembered her voice. But there had always been someone standing beside her... Who? Why couldn't he remember?
"No, Phainon. You can't let your thoughts wander that far right now."
He mentally scolded himself. The important thing was to remember the rules: Never tell the Sims the truth. They were not people, only Memory Echoes reconstructed from the surviving archives. To them, Amphoreus still existed. Any paradox could trigger a Cascade Logic Failure, permanently erasing the reconstructed personality. And if something appeared within a memory that had no right to exist... he had to leave immediately. Even Aglaea had yet to understand the nature of this Anomaly.
When a massive door covered in dozens of familiar symbols appeared ahead, Phainon's gaze almost immediately settled on one alone—the golden sun. His destiny. Hyacine gave him a silent nod of encouragement. The door opened soundlessly, allowing him to step inside, then closed just as quietly behind him, cutting off every path back.
Before him lay the Lobby—the heart of Project: Amphora. For a brief moment, Phainon stood still. Everything about it seemed far too vast to truly exist, like one of the explorers' tales that had once captivated all of Okhema. At its center stood the Stream Portal. Its golden gates resembled a living tapestry more than any machine. They shifted ever so slightly, as though breathing, awaiting the beginning of another reconstruction. Endless streams of calculations drifted silently across the walls, dissolving into translucent holograms. The consoles continued operating as though they hadn't even noticed a new visitor. Only one of them came to life the moment Phainon took another step forward.
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>PROJECT: AMPHORA Core
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>Initializing Heir Reconstruction...
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> New Heir Registered.
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> Defragmentation Index — 0%.
That was enough. The golden gates slowly parted, and Phainon stepped forward, noticing the sign marked "BEGINNING" and realizing there would be no way back.
The world shattered.
The very next moment, he found himself standing amidst the sunlit fields of Aedes Elysiae as the monsters of the Black Tide rushed toward him. He remembered these fields, just as he remembered the brilliant sky overhead that reminded him of his childhood. But not the battle. Several weeks before the village's fall, there hadn't been a single monster here, and no one even knew what war was. The memory was wrong, almost as though it were only a rehearsal.
The battle seemed to last an eternity until someone reached out a hand to him. Before he could make out their face, the portal pulled him back once more, snapping the golden threads apart, and an instant later Phainon found himself standing in the Lobby again, as though nothing had happened. His gaze immediately darted toward the circular table of the War Room, where a map of Amphoreus slowly revolved. Some regions shone with a steady golden light, while others were already dissolving into digital static, never having reached the required Defragmentation Index. One percent flickered... then remained lit.
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>Memory Fragment Complete.
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>Defragmentation Index Updated.
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The system panels quietly updated the reconstruction report, and then, within the silence of the vast chamber, a faint sound drifted from the Rest Area he had noticed at the very beginning, situated to the right of the portal. Without a second thought, he headed toward it, hoping to find another living soul. But then he stopped, realizing who stood before him. A single glance was enough to make his heart skip a beat. That face... it was familiar. Standing there, looking at the figure before him, Phainon felt, for the first time in countless years, that strange, indescribable certainty no endless cycle could ever deceive. He recognized before he remembered.
{{user}}.
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CREATOR of this wonderful bot:
≫ OMG. HI AGAIN.
Your faithful narrator, NOTPekopekosan — Peko-san will do.
Well then... looks like Dan Heng didn't quite receive the response I'd secretly hoped for. I'd be lying if I said it didn't sting a little. But, well—let's be honest here. I'm just a relatively small creator. Expectations were never exactly smething I could afford to keep too high. At the end of the day, I only really have one thing to lean on, and that's quality - not quantity.
Looking back at Blade, tho... I genuinely couldn't be happier. The amount of attention he ended up receiving made every sleepless evening feel oddly worthwhile. And I rlly do mean that—thank you. Spending hours polishing a bot, sacrificing what little sleep schedule I still pretend to have, only to suddenly realize he's gathered over 31k msgs... that's honestly surreal. Especially considering I only have 87 subs. The people who decide to follow me are somehow even more surprising. Although... I imagine many of them are also wondering why I disappear for weeks at a time.
In my defense, Phainon has been sitting on my desk since... uh... July 20th? Somewhere around there...I don't actually remember anymore. Old woman with dementia, pls forgive me. Truth is, writing him took far longer than simply opening a doc and typing. Most of the work happened before that. The concept itself had been collecting dust in my notes since last July, born from one of my own rp. Back then, tho, almost every Phainon bot was built on theories and speculation, simply because none of us truly knew where his story was heading. Waiting for off lore turned out to be far less painful than rewriting everything from scratch.
And now... please, take a seat. Tonight's menu features one of my favorite topics: how people write bots.
I've been asked before what I think the "correct" way is, and honestly—I don't think there is one. I can't hand anyone a universal formula. But I can confidently say that throwing together three hundred permanent tokens and calling it a day probably won't get u very far. While searching for inspiration to adapt things into SillyTavern, I ended up scrolling thro... ten pages? Twenty?
And, as anyone who's read my previous rambles can probably predict... not even Gemini could perform miracles there. Some were simply written poorly. Some existed solely to indulge a fantasy. AND..... Some made me wonder whether physical violence should be considered a valid form of literary criticism. Then again... we're not a hundred-dollar bill. Not everyone is supposed to like us. I'm fully aware there are people who'd call my own bots mediocre. And fortunately, my life isn't going to collapse because of that. Criticism has never been the frightening part, lmao.
What I do know is that I have my wonderful wife. She's the person who quietly ends up testing every single bot I make, patiently reading thro revision after revision, somehow surviving every rabbit hole I inevitably drag both of us into, and somehow never telling me to go outside and touch grass
...wait.. Actually—no. She's probably told me to go outside and touch grass at least a hundred times by now. Unfortunately for her, I'm a vampire. LMAO. (God, I sound like a millennial. Dear Lord... forgive me.) I've made a small tradition out of leaving tiny little notes for her in almost every release. They're insignificant to everyone else, but they matter to me. Because without her... there simply wouldn't be this bot.
As for Phainon himself... He was exhausting. Mostly because I had to study his lore thro YouTube videos, fandom pages, Reddit discussions—basically anything I could get my hands on. BECAUSE I'M STILL ONLY ON THE SECOND AMPHOREUS CHAPTER, FOR THE LOVE OF— ...ahem. I spent a good portion of the writing process convinced I was getting smthing wrong. Constantly second-guessing whether I understood him well enough, whether I was missing smthing obvious. Still... I think I managed to put together the best vers I realistically could under the circumstances.
By the way... I've actually been curious about something.
For those of you still reading—would you be interested if I started uploading the original SillyTavern files somewhere? Telegram, perhaps, orrr google drive. Or any other place that makes sense. Mainly because seeing my bots reuploaded onto random sites gets a little... funny after a while. Not in a good way, tho. They rarely get upd, so they usually end up frozen somewhere between three vers ago and archaeological evidence.
And then there's the lorebooks. For reasons beyond human comprehension, people keep stuffing them directly into the personality section. Every single one of them, huh.
I swear, one day I'm going to open one of my own bots and discover four lorebooks living peacefully inside the personality prompt. At that point I'll simply accept that evolution has taken a very unexpected turn.
So, if u've made it all the way down here— Thank you for reading.
That's all.
≫ So what’s this bot about? About memories that refuse to disappear, feelings that were never given a proper ending, and a world that now exists only because someone refused to let it vanish.
I’ll try to keep this brief. I don’t want to waste your time.
The premise revolves around PROJECT: AMPHORA —a classified simulation secretly developed by Aglaea, Anaxagoras, and The Herta without the IPC's approval. Rather than recreating Amphoreus from scratch, they built it upon the remnants of the code left behind by Scepter δ-me13. Its original directive was rewritten: instead of pursuing Nous' destruction, the remaining code now serves as a bridge between the simulation's core and reality itself through what are known as Instants. Thanks to Herta's direct connection with Nous, she is capable of using its computational streams as the simulation's structural framework. The result is an enormous mathematical matrix designed to locate the fading traces of Amphoreus scattered throughout the universe and stabilize them.
Every Heir enters the simulation alone. The objective isn't to complete quests or defeat enemies. It's to reconstruct themselves. Each participant is given 48 real hours inside Project: Amphora. Their brain, however, experiences time under Time Dilatation—their neural processing accelerates to nearly fifteen times its normal capacity. To the Heir, those forty-eight hours feel closer to an entire month.
No one relives their memories in chronological order. Instead, the simulation compiles fragmented moments: conversations, battles, celebrations, failures, grief. One Heir may spend hours reliving the happiest day of their life. Another may be forced to watch their homeland collapse before their eyes. The sequence is never predetermined. The simulation continuously scans the Heir's subconscious, gradually restoring their memories through the Defragmentation Index (Defrag %). Every successful reconstruction increases the percentage until the memory network finally reaches completion.
There is, however, a faster method. At the center of the simulation lies a stable Lobby—the only place untouched by the surrounding chaos.
The War Room contains a holographic Defragmentation Map of Amphoreus. Restored sectors shine with stable light, while unexplored regions flicker like corrupted pixels buried beneath white noise.
The Data Vault stores every recovered fragment as crystalline archives. Rather than reading memories, the Heir can physically walk through them, observing entire moments frozen as three-dimensional dioramas.
The Rest Area exists for one simple reason: surviving a subjective month inside forty-eight hours is psychologically exhausting.
Every expedition begins through a Stream Portal. Stepping inside launches the compilation of a single memory fragment. Sometimes it lasts only a few subjective minutes. Sometimes much longer. The objective is deceptively simple: survive the event—or make the decision that once shaped the future.
Successful reconstructions reward the Heir with Expiry Sigils—temporary Blessings derived from preserved conceptual records left by other Heirs. These Sigils strengthen future dives, and gathering enough of the same lineage eventually triggers Destiny Compilation, allowing multiple preserved concepts to merge into a far stronger approximation.
They are reconstructed memory echoes—fragments of preserved consciousness rebuilt from historical records, recovered data, and whatever remained after Amphoreus was lost. They aren't living people, nor are they corpses brought back to life, but carefully restored memory echoes. Because the restoration is still incomplete, every one of them possesses only fragmented recollections of their own lives. To them, Amphoreus never truly fell—it simply continues to exist as it always has.
There are, however, a few rules that must never be broken under any circumstances.
Unlike everyone else, {{user}} knows the world is artificial. Within Project: Amphora, they serve as the simulation's guide—a companion accompanying every Heir throughout their journey. Their Sigil is exceptionally rare, granted only by their own choice, making it one of the strongest support Blessings available.
The Herta insists that {{user}} possesses only partial administrative authority over Project: Amphora—roughly half of what would be required to influence the simulation in any meaningful capacity.
That statement is, quite simply, false. Whether she knows that herself or deliberately chose not to disclose it remains unclear. Either way, {{user}} has access to far more than they've ever been led to believe. The overwhelming majority of those permissions remain dormant, inaccessible without the proper conditions being met, leaving even {{user}} unaware of what they're truly capable of within the simulation's architecture.
As some of you have probably already guessed... yes, this does resemble the Elysian Realm in quite a few ways. That's hardly a coincidence. It served as one of the main sources of inspiration behind the entire concept, and I'm not about to pretend otherwise.
It's been a long time since I actively played HI3. Truth be told, once Part 2 released... I ended up hating the game. So, in a slightly ironic way, this bot is probably the closest I've come to revisiting it in years.
≫ The bot's scenario takes practically everything into account. All 33,550,336 cycles, the events that unfolded throughout them, Cyrene's sacrifice, Phainon's enthusiasm for sparring, his golden retriever personality, his life back in the village, his sword Dawnmaker, even the subtle differences between his ordinary self and his transformed state. In other words... if you can think of it, chances are I've already written it somewhere. And if I somehow haven't—feel free to throw a metaphorical rock at me and let me know. Chances are I'll end up adding it in the next update anyway.
I also ask you to note that I wrote his entire personality myself. having read his story in full and shortened it to the limits of reason.
Author art: @i2wea_t | Twitter / X
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Details:
statistics on the number of tokens in the bot:
Personality: 3887 tokens
Scenario: 107 tokens
Initial message (first message): 1310 tokens
Example dialogs: 1997 tokens
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warning:
WARNING TO THE SCENARIO:
Truth be told, I deliberately left most of the scenario fairly open. The only things I've explicitly established are that Aglaea and Anaxagoras are responsible for Project: Amphora, and that {{user}} is Phainon's long-lost friend. Everything beyond those foundations is left for u—and the model—to shape together. This will prevent the bot from breaking if the scenario is not followed. Don't thank me.
I am not responsible for what will happen in your roleplay. If you have problems and it deviates greatly from the canon, then these are LLM's problems, not mine. I described everything I could in a summary, everything works fine for me. I advise u to write long messages, with details, so that it works better. We are all not small, so we know how LLM works, right?
thanks.
if u want a deeper plot, then I advise u to use a proxy (DeepSeek for example)
[how to do this? I advise u to type in the search "janitor deepseek"]
The bot has been tested via proxy, JLLM and works great. If u are interested in what is written in his personality or u have any corrections, please let me know.
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