A universe of doors.
A door is not the room. Behind each of these is a century, a city, and a set of people who had to decide something. MEMRA holds the rights, the continuity, and the creative authority for all of them. One canon feeds them all, and the canon does not bend for a good idea — there have been good ideas. That is precisely why it will outlast the people arguing about it.
Development and production of original television series and motion pictures, and the licensing of everything made beneath them. We hold the rights so that no one else can bend them.
Another century. Another city with something buried beneath it, and men who believed that burying it was the same as ending it. For a long while it looked as though they were right. The chamber is written. The century is chosen. It waits on nothing but the telling.
The beginning. Before the chambers, before the watch, before there was anyone left to write it down. We were there for that as well. We have not yet decided how much of it you are owed.
Your age keeps its records in pictures and in sound, in books, in games, in arguments between strangers at midnight. Very well. A record is a record. It can be told here, and it can be told everywhere.One cosmos · Infinite doors
MEMRA was the beginning. Until the revelation, it does not end.
For if God spared not the angels that sinned, but cast them down … and delivered them into chains of darkness, to be reserved unto judgment.2 Peter 2:4