3,000 hollow figures wrapped in tattered hoods, drifting through mist — every pixel lives on Robinhood Chain, forever.
No one summoned them. No one can dismiss them.
They were here before the chain learned to remember names, and they will be here after it forgets yours.
Some say the hood is empty. Others know better than to check.
There is no image folder, no metadata server, no pinning service that can go dark. Every Shrouded is drawn, pixel by pixel, by the contract itself the moment you ask to see it.
A wallet holds a number. The chain holds the rest — background, robe, face, fringe, mist, drape — computed fresh from a seed fixed the instant you mint. What you get is what you keep.
The hoods have not yet been called. Mint opens soon.
Background, robe, face, accent, fringe, mist, and drape — each combination summoned once, and never called the same way twice.