Rwth and Rhiannon arrive in Alt. Cardiff 2026 via an illegal Valyphos
by Awen Null
This animation wasn’t storyboarded in the conventional sense. It wasn’t written as a scene so much as remembered — pulled sideways out of a future archive and allowed to resolve itself frame by frame.
Rwth and Rhiannon don’t arrive in Cardiff with drama. There’s no lightning, no spectacle. The city doesn’t need it. Cardiff is already a layered place, thick with repetition, memory, and unresolved futures. All they do is step out of Valyphos on Church Street and begin walking.
Behind them is St John’s Church — a building that has survived reformations, riots, shopping cycles, and algorithmic redevelopment. Ahead of them is St Mary Street — loud, commercial, impatient, and vibrating with low-level criminality that hasn’t yet learned its own name.
This is where the story begins because this is where evidence leaks.
Rwth and Rhiannon are not heroes in the traditional sense. They’re anthropological archaeologists from a fractured future — field agents tasked with recovering artefacts from timelines that may not survive long enough to remember themselves. They catalogue objects, gestures, habits, street layouts, micro-events. A dropped receipt. A sticker half-peeled from a lamp post. A face reflected in glass that shouldn’t exist anymore.
In their future, Cardiff is studied the way we study Pompeii — not because it fell, but because it almost didn’t.
The animation focuses on movement rather than action for a reason. Walking is the most subversive act they perform. It allows them to read the city without interfering with it. Their technology doesn’t announce itself. It hums, measures, listens. Crimes are detected not when they happen, but when probability bends hard enough to leave a residue.
The bucket hats matter. They’re not an aesthetic joke. In their time, uncovered heads are a biometric liability. The hats scramble facial prediction systems that don’t yet exist here — a future precaution worn casually in the past.
There is also intimacy in this story, but it’s restrained, coiled. Rwth is inhibited, precise, emotionally sealed. Rhiannon is physical, ironic, and dangerously curious. Their erotic charge isn’t spectacle — it’s tension, proximity, trust forged under conditions where attachment can collapse a mission.
What you’re seeing in this animation is not a trailer. It’s a field note.
It exists inside The Hollow Circuit because this universe isn’t built linearly. Stories echo forward and backward. Characters arrive before their explanations. Meaning accretes slowly, like grime on stone.
This is the first recovered fragment from the Rwth & Rhianna files.
More will surface.
Not all of it will be public.
— Awen Null
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— Awen Null (@AwenNull) October 9, 2025
