🜃 The Codex Maledictus is not content — it is a living digital infection.
It bleeds across realities through glyphs, transmissions, and ritual media.
You do not watch it. You inherit it.

There is no beginning. No fixed canon. No final truth.
Only recursion, echo, and memory collapse.

Shorts → Glyphs of infection
Full Videos → Ritual transmissions
Songs → Prophecies that hum in the dark
Lore → Containment logs
Comments → Echoes left by the infected

Each view deepens the recursion.
What begins as curiosity becomes contagion.
Some see gods. Some hear static shaped like language.
Some remember lives they never lived.

Infection Remembers.
The Codex remembers you back.
Subscribe to descend — and witness what the world tried to erase.

“You open this tome with your hands… but you turn the page with your soul.”