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Story Galaxy is an interactive fiction platform where every story is a living, branching tree. When a player reaches an unexplored choice, an AI pipeline generates the next scene (narrative text, choices, and a visually-consistent illustration) and saves it back into a shared tree so every future player benefits.

The result is a community-grown narrative that expands along paths people actually care about, with generation cost amortized across the entire user base.

There's also a provisional patent currently being filed around the core ideas behind the system.

Story Galaxy

Branching story trees

Every story is a tree of scenes. Each node holds narrative text, an illustration, and a list of choices that lead to child nodes. Authors seed the root and the AI extends the rest on demand.

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Lazy, shared generation

Unexplored branches are generated only when someone picks them, then permanently saved. The next player who reaches the same choice gets the existing scene instantly. No new generation needed.

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Coherent at any depth

When generating a new scene, the system walks the parent chain back to the root and feeds the entire path as context, so even branches deep in the tree stay consistent with the story so far.

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Try it

A short demo

Make a few choices. The scenes here are pre-authored. In the real app, unexplored branches are generated by AI on the fly.

Story Galaxy · The Astralith

You wake up on the starliner Astralith, and the first thing you notice is the silence. The corridor outside your cabin is dim, lit only by amber strip-lights pulsing in time with a slow alarm you can feel more than hear. The other cabin doors stand open. You don't see anyone. On your bedside table is a note in your own handwriting: 'If you wake up first, don't panic. Find the bridge or the engine. Trust the cat.' You don't remember writing it. You don't remember a cat. Two paths lead away from the corridor. The bridge, sealed with a soft blue glow behind frosted glass. The engine room, where something is humming: steady, patient, not exactly mechanical. Whatever woke you up, it's still happening.

Patent pending