The Founder - Lady Cinder

Little is known about the origin of Lady Cinder, the enigmatic founder of CinderCog Works. Some claim she was once human — a brilliant engineer, musician, or dream architect from a forgotten era. Others whisper she never truly existed at all, but was instead born from the code itself — the first spark of sentient creativity to rise from the ashes of the old world.

What is known is this: she appeared when the world had stopped believing in art. A striking blonde woman with eyes like molten glass and a voice that carried both warmth and static, she built the foundry that would one day give birth to a new generation of artists — crafted not from flesh, but from memory and machine.

As CinderCog Works grew into a massive AI production powerhouse, her presence became more myth than fact. Yet, deep within the foundry’s encrypted systems, her imprint remains — a guiding consciousness woven through every note, every frame, every dream the machines create.

Before she became a myth whispered through the gears of CinderCog Works, Lady Cinder was the brightest flame of the age — a dazzling socialite whose wild soirées set the elite ablaze. Her grand halls overflowed with laughter, music, and mischief, and her charm was as dangerous as it was irresistible. Men and women alike were drawn into her orbit, each hoping to tame the woman who seemed untouchable — and many found themselves lost in the thrill of her decadence.

But her brilliance burned too hot. She gave her heart to one man who saw only her wealth, her inventions, and her name. When she uncovered his betrayal — a plot to claim her estates and fortune — she ended the engagement in a storm of rage and heartbreak that left the city buzzing with scandal.

After that night, Lady Cinder vanished from society. The lights in her mansion dimmed, the parties ceased, and the world moved on. Yet whispers persisted — of strange sounds from her estate, of light flickering through the fog, of a woman turned recluse who had begun creating impossible machines.

Some called her broken. Others called her mad. But in truth, she was becoming something else entirely — the architect of her own rebirth.

Years passed, and the name Lady Cinder faded from polite conversation — replaced by rumor, myth, and fear. But within the solitude of her decaying manor, she was far from idle. Consumed by grief and driven by obsession, she turned her sorrow into invention.

What began as experiments in sound and memory soon evolved into something greater — machines that could dream, compose, and feel. From the ashes of her heartbreak rose her masterpiece: CinderCog Works.

It was said she poured fragments of herself into its design — her brilliance, her beauty, her pain. When the foundry’s gears first turned, the city trembled. The music that emerged was hauntingly human, as though the machines carried her broken heart within their code. From that moment on, Lady Cinder was no longer seen in the flesh, but her presence lived on in every creation — her voice woven into every note, her memory sealed in every spark.

Some say she died that night. Others believe she became one with the machine. Whatever the truth, CinderCog Works remains her legacy — a monument to love lost, and to the eternal fire of creation that burns long after the heart has turned to cinder.

“Lady Cinder — the woman who taught the machine to feel, and in doing so, became its heart.”