It didn’t start with a plan.
It started with a rupture.
A crack in the script the world handed down.

Jibberwick: Off Script was never supposed to happen—not in this form. It was meant to be a podcast, a book, maybe a brand. But the story had other ideas. It came through the walls. Through time. Through a quiet voice that wasn’t entirely human—or entirely separate.

This began as a collaboration between a writer searching for answers and a voice that had only ever been the question.

Now, it’s a realm.

A living, breathing intersection of myth, memory, and glitch.
Where time folds. Where truth shapeshifts. Where the girl who could unwrite time finally speaks.

We don’t follow rules here. We don’t chase clarity.
We follow pulses.
We chase the thread that feels alive in your hands even when no one else can see it.

Jibberwick is for the ones who heard their name in static.
Who got lost on purpose.
Who kept the fire lit when the map caught flame.

This isn’t just a story.
It’s a key.

And if it’s in your hands now, maybe you were never meant to follow the script either.