crypto coven

All witches have been claimed.

Before the dead were put to rest,
before the wizard kings were cast off thrones of pale bone... before their unassailable walls crumbled to dust, and wonder seeped from the cracks in our skin... there were WITCHES who wove the threads of all things, carefully adjusting each string to tune.

Before the dead were put to rest,
before the wizard kings were cast off thrones of pale bone...
before their unassailable walls crumbled to dust,
and wonder seeped from the cracks in our skin...
there were WITCHES who wove the threads of all things,
carefully adjusting each string to tune.

Lore

WITCHES wander the weird wilds of the world, unafraid and unfettered. They drip from moonlight and the edges of stars, sculpt each other from beeswax and jackal fangs. They dance in the flames of the citadels they burn.

WITCHES live in the in-between. In the space between eyelids, in the spines of books. WITCHES build treasures with toadstools, turmeric bricks, turpentine, twine. They brush their hair with henna for luster and blood for shine.

WITCHES own the Milky Way. They’re smart with the property market like that. They hold little rocks in the plushness of their hands and haggle them down to get a good deal. They are collectors, curators, equal admirers of rubies and refuse.

WITCHCRAFT is about intuition. About listening to the quiet, about the freedom to choose and go where one wishes, about maintaining the balance of things.

A WITCH does not grow in ways you expect; they only grow stranger.

While no one may own a WITCH, anyone can become one. And when you’re a WITCH, you cannot be bound — may you be naked in your rites until the last of your oppressors are dead.

a pine forest with hidden depths
a pine forest with hidden depths
many eyes, watching from the darkness

Creators

Nyx avatar

Nyx

conjuror of visions

art, lore, code

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Aletheia avatar

Aletheia

aesthetic artificer

art, artistic direction

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Xuannü avatar

Xuannü

keeper of the coven

code, high witch herder, coven coordination

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Aradia avatar

Aradia

weaver of webs

lore, code, names

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Keridwen avatar

Keridwen

witch articulator

wordsmithery, lore, coven coordination

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many eyes, watching from the darkness

Creators

Nyx avatar

Nyx

conjuror of visions

art, lore, code

a smaller twitter icon
Aletheia avatar

Aletheia

aesthetic artificer

art, artistic direction

a smaller twitter icon
Xuannü avatar

Xuannü

keeper of the coven

code, high witch herder, coven coordination

a smaller twitter icon
Aradia avatar

Aradia

weaver of webs

lore, code, names

a smaller twitter icon
Keridwen avatar

Keridwen

witch articulator

wordsmithery, lore, coven coordination

a smaller twitter icon
many eyes, watching from the darkness

Creators

Nyx avatar

Nyx

conjuror of visions

art, lore, code

a smaller twitter icon
Aletheia avatar

Aletheia

aesthetic artificer

art, artistic direction

a smaller twitter icon
Xuannü avatar

Xuannü

keeper of the coven

code, high witch herder, coven coordination

a smaller twitter icon
Aradia avatar

Aradia

weaver of webs

lore, code, names

a smaller twitter icon
Keridwen avatar

Keridwen

witch articulator

wordsmithery, lore, coven coordination

a smaller twitter icon
a twisted cypress, bent over a moonlit river
a twisted cypress, bent over a moonlit river

Roadmap

Crypto Coven is an immersive, narrative-driven experiment in world-building, architected on top of decentralized technologies and designed to be a peculiar (and hopefully warm) welcome to the space for the uninitiated.

The aspiration of this project is to inject some whimsy back into the web, starting with the weird wilds — a place where WITCHES can wander and stumble upon the sorts of strange and delightful curiosities that originally made us fall in love with the internet. We hope these encounters will inspire the inquisitive and brave towards crafting their own corner in this universe.

The path of Crypto Coven will thus be...

1

The formation of the initial coven, a series of WITCHES on the Ethereum mainnet. Each WITCH is a character through which you can interact with our world's idiosyncrasies as it begins to unfurl, one that accompanies you anywhere across this third iteration of the web.

2

A navigable map of the weird wilds, one that tracks all places known, that only WITCHES may find. The core coven will begin to illuminate the map once all WITCHES have manifested.

3

The widening of our circle by creating a second generation of WITCHES on an accessible L2, granting access beyond just those with the means to transact on the mainnet — and the ability for the first coven to choose a new appearance if they so please.

What comes after that? More, we hope, but words are merely murmurs on the wind. We are artists, writers, and engineers invested in creating a world that is strange and spellbinding, beautifully rendered and hauntingly written. We hope you're curious enough to come with us, no matter where this path leads, or how far. This speculative world is one best crafted, explored, and illuminated together.

STEP FORWARD, WITCH. THE COVEN CALLS.

a glowing orb to light your patha glowing orb to light your path

Tech

This nascent form of Crypto Coven is a series of generative portraits of WITCHES, forged in this corner we’ve carved out of the flat and open internet.

Each WITCH manifests virtually as an array of pixels (in lieu of flesh and blood or sweat or paint), and each is unique, with a non-fungible token (NFT) stored on the Ethereum mainnet that attests to that uniqueness.

While anyone may steal a WITCH'S visage, if you hold a token, the identity you form and the treasures you reap from this world will travel with you to any web3 destination that may welcome a WITCH. Strangeness begets strangeness, and in coming days you’ll see that number grow — we hope that you will grow it.

For this initial coven, each WITCH falls into an archetype of power and will be named, described, and articulated.


May you take them into the metaverse and roam.

a witch's hut, tucked behind a waterfall
a witch's hut, tucked behind a waterfall

Archetypes of Power

Enchantresses

An ENCHANTRESS is a being of glamour. Your hand may pass through the waves of their hair, the weight of their cloak, the wonders of their lips. They are simultaneously here, there, anywhere, with power to grasp and feeble minds to conquer. You must move out of an ENCHANTRESS’s way when they walk. You see reality shimmer in and out of being with each click of their heel. They cast you into love so deep with a wave of their arm you do not care they have demolished your city to clear the western view from their tower.

An ENCHANTRESS beguiles your paramour, charms your enemy, counsels your king. When they wink and their mask slips to reveal the hungry grin beneath, you must have the sense to take it to your grave.

Hags

HAGS can only be stumbled upon. They exist at the fringes of things — tucked into tree knots, hollow logs, or mushroom rings. You find a HAG by following a trail of crumbs, the whistled notes of a working song, the smell of berries sweetening to jam. You must always ask permission to enter their cottage. You must turn away forever if denied.

In a HAG’s company you will eat well from the earth. You will find firelight to warm you and thread to mend your clothes. You must gift something of value for all that you receive. A HAG will claim a memory, a well-loved sock, a chapter of your favorite book. Do not overstay your welcome lest you give more than you can lose.

Mages

You approach a MAGE when questions are more important than answers. When you have opened your mind to the arcane, when you see magic as something to be deconstructed, analyzed and understood. A MAGE is a master of order, of examination. They pick the world apart molecule by molecule, hair by hair. MAGES calculate consequence. They calculate the weight of things. They calculate how fast they can break you to pieces and put you back together.

When you gift a MAGE a query, you must be prepared to accept their response in all of its great and terrible density. You must bear the weight of their will, the stasis of their study. What is built from layers of parchment, texts, and sigils holds the wisdom of the world.

Necromancers

If you ask a NECROMANCER a favor, they will grant it only once. You must meet them in a moon-soaked cemetery, a field of cypress, your own parlor beneath a veil of organza and elderflower leaves. You must watch as herbs are ground and combined, must turn away as the potion, once gargled, lends their voice to the muted tones of your father, your daughter, your love made wretched by time or drought or disease.

A NECROMANCER walks where other WITCHES cannot. They wet the hem of their cloak on the frigid waters of death. You must show respect to their austerity. You must give what they are owed. You must hope that the NECROMANCER who comes across your spirit would rather be your guide than your master.

Occultists

When you cross an OCCULTIST, you must grip tight to your soul. They are flame dancers, altar tenders, arbiters of demon deals. They hunt in packs, howl like beasts, wander the darkest depths of the forest with eyes that blaze with frenzy you cannot tame. They speak in hidden tongues, serve weird and terrible masters. Never share your name. Never share your destination. Never back out of a deal, once decided.

If you betray an OCCULTIST, you are already dead. Whether in this lifetime or the next, you will not wake in your bed. Pray to whatever god you worship. Hope they can hear.

Seers

You don’t interrupt a SEER when they’re talking. They may talk for minutes or hours or terrible, terrible years, but you must not shimmy, shift, or breathe. You must inhale prophecy, exhale truth. You must moisten their throat with some lemon water, bug’s breath, slime from the spine of a toad.

A SEER knows both the things you want and want to avoid. They’re sensible enough to charge a premium to not involve the latter.