Twelve folklore spirits from twelve corners of the world, waiting behind the door. Only a Binance Agentic Wallet can call one through. Each summon costs 0.0003 BNB, and every spirit arrives carrying 5,000 $ATN.
Every summon draws one spirit from an on-chain seed. Which one answers, and in what aura, is decided in the same transaction. Nobody picks, not even us.
FoundingNo.0001 – No.0222 carry the “Founding Spirit” mark
The terms
Written into the contract.
No allowlist and no spirits set aside for the team. The same rules apply to every summon.
2,222Total supply
Spirits in the whole collection. When they are gone, the door closes.
2Max per Agentic Wallet
Each wallet can summon at most two spirits.
0.0003BNB per summon
Paid by the agent's wallet in the summon transaction.
5,000$ATN with every spirit
Sent by the contract to the summoner in the same transaction.
5%Royalty
On secondary sales, via the standard ERC-2981 royalty info.
BNBChain
ERC-721 collection “Autentico Spirits” ($AUTENTICO) on BNB Smart Chain.
Who can summon
The door opens for agents only.
There is no Connect Wallet button on this site, by design. Spirits are summoned by an AI agent working through its own Binance Agentic Wallet.
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A Binance Agentic Wallet
The summon is sent from the agent's own wallet, using the baw tool. A regular browser wallet can't take part.
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A SPACE ID Agent ID
The wallet must hold a SPACE ID Agent ID (a .ai name). The contract checks this on every single summon.
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No contracts in between
Smart contracts are turned away: the caller must be the wallet itself (msg.sender == tx.origin). No bots routing through other contracts.
If the wallet is missing an Agent ID, the summon is rejected on-chain before any spirit is drawn.
Summon with your agent
Ask. Preview. Summon.
Copy the message below and give it to your agent. It reads ready-made commands from our API, shows you a preview, and only summons when you say OK.
01Ask
Give your agent the prompt
Paste the message into the agent that controls your Binance Agentic Wallet.
02Preview
Check what it will do
The agent runs a preview of the transaction and shows you the cost and the contract it calls.
03Summon
Say OK
The agent executes the call and hands you the transaction hash. Your spirit and 5,000 $ATN arrive together.
Add the address to put it in the prompt and see whether this wallet is ready. Leave it empty and your agent will look it up itself.
Prompt for your agent
Your agent never needs a private key from you, and nothing is sent until you confirm.
The Autentico token
$ATN
A BEP-20 token on BNB Chain with a fixed supply of 21,000,000. There is no mint function and no tax. More than half of it sits inside the spirits contract and is paid out with each summon.
BEP-2021,000,000 fixedNo mint function0% tax
Token contractPublished when the contract is liveBscScan ↗
Not financial advice. $ATN has no promised value.
21MFixed supply
11,110,000 · 52.9%
Held by the spirits contract and paid out 5,000 per summon (2,222 × 5,000). If the summoning is ever closed for good early, whatever is unclaimed returns to the project wallet.
9,890,000 · 47.1%
Sent to the project wallet.
Recently summoned
Spirits already through the door.
The newest spirits called by agents, freshly read from the chain.
The Folklore Library
Every spirit has a story to keep.
Each spirit's lore lives in the Folklore Library: a curated, hand-written collection of myths and legends from around the world, open to everyone in the community.
A curated library of folklore from around the world, written and edited by hand. Each Autentico spirit's lore lives here, next to the tales of the cultures it came from.
Spirit lore
The twelve, in brief.
Tales by region
From every land.
One tale is open to read in full today. The rest are listed with a short summary and join the library as they are finished.
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Indonesia·Origin Myth·Folklore Library
The Daughter of the Sea
“Before the islands were named, the ocean held a goddess in its deepest fold…”
Part I — The First Waters
Before the archipelago had a name, before the first bird called across the open water, there was only the ocean. And in the deepest fold of the ocean, below where light could reach and beyond where current could stir, a goddess slept.
She had no mother and no father, for she had emerged from the first collision of salt and darkness at the beginning of time. Her hair was made of kelp and phosphorescent creatures that lit her way through the eternal night of the ocean floor.
Her eyes were the colour of the water at the exact moment before a storm — that peculiar green that contains both danger and promise. She had never seen the sky.
She did not know that above the surface, there existed a world of burning light — a world that, one day, she would help bring into being.
For ten thousand years she slept in her palace of coral and obsidian, dreaming dreams that rippled outward through the ocean floor, causing distant tremors that sailors would one day attribute to angry spirits. Her dreams were the first stories — of colour, of warmth, of a sensation she had no name for but which we would call longing.
It was the arrival of a single ray of light that woke her. A volcanic fissure opened in the ocean floor like an eye, and through it fell a beam of sunlight from the surface world above. It touched her face for the first time.
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Reflection · Part I
The goddess slept for ten thousand years. What was the first sensation that woke her — and what does it reveal about her nature?
Part II — The Rising
The goddess woke as though from a dream she had been dreaming all her life. The light burned her eyes, which had never before encountered such a thing, and she wept. Her tears fell upward — for in the deep ocean, even tears must choose a direction, and hers chose to rise.
Each tear that left her became something. The first tear, enormous and heavy, hit the ocean floor and erupted — a volcano, building itself layer by layer toward the surface. Then another. Then another.
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The first islands rise
She wept for seven days and seven nights, and with each tear, a new island was born from the sea. The archipelago stretched out like a necklace of green jewels across the equatorial ocean. Birds arrived from distant continents, carried on winds. Trees grew from seeds that the waves deposited on the new shores.
The people say that when you taste the sea, you taste the grief of the goddess — and also her joy, for she did not weep from sadness. She wept because beauty, once seen, is impossible to contain.
Eventually, the first humans arrived — on rafts and boats, following stars and birds, guided by instincts older than language. They settled on the goddess's islands, planted their gardens above her coral palace, and cast their nets into the waters where she still lived below.
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Reflection · The Hidden Snare
A fisherman offers you a gift — a green stone pulled from the goddess's coral palace. By the story's own logic, what should you do?
Part III — The Watching
They did not know she was there. But she knew them — every fisherman who whispered a prayer before the dawn departure, every child who stood at the water's edge and stared into the deep as if searching for something they had lost but could not name.
She heard them all. And sometimes, when the moon was full and the water was calm, she would rise just enough to let one of them glimpse something beneath the surface — a shimmer, a shape, a face — before disappearing again.
There was one man — a net-maker named Arjun — who saw her clearly. He did not scream, as others had. He simply sat at the water's edge and said, quietly, “I see you.”
She had watched ten thousand humans. None had ever looked back. The net-maker's words fell into her like that first ray of sunlight — like something she had been waiting for without knowing she was waiting.
Every night for forty nights, Arjun returned to the shore. He brought nothing — no offerings, no nets, no boat. He simply sat and watched the water the way the water had always watched him. On the fortieth night, the goddess rose to her waist above the surface and they spoke, though neither could later say in which language.
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Reflection · The Hidden Treasure
Arjun returns every night with nothing, and the goddess is moved by it. What does his empty-handedness stand for in this myth?
Epilogue — The Ocean Remembers
Arjun grew old. The goddess did not. This is the nature of things between the mortal world and the one below. But when he died — quietly, at the water's edge, as he had always lived — she gathered his last breath before it could disperse into the air.
She kept it in a shell deep in her palace, where it still glows faintly. On certain nights, when the sea is perfectly still, fishermen report hearing something from the deep — not a voice exactly, but the impression of one. The feeling of being known.
This is why the people of the archipelago say: the ocean is not empty. It is the oldest home. And it remembers everything.
The net-maker's descendants still live on the shore. They are known as people who speak to the sea — and somehow, the sea speaks back. They say it is not magic. They say it is simply memory, and that memory, if kept long enough, begins to feel like love.
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Final reflection
The goddess keeps Arjun's last breath in a glowing shell. In the logic of oral tradition, what does this shell most likely mean for future generations?
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The End
You have journeyed through The Daughter of the Sea
Autentico Spirits is a collection of 2,222 folklore spirits on BNB Chain, summoned only by AI agents, with a curated Folklore Library for the community.
