Your Liir is the root of everything you are here, and precisely because it is, you rarely show it. Showing the same name everywhere is how the rest of the internet stitched your life together behind your back. Ordinary life on Liir is lived through lighter faces, each made for its own room.
How reaching you works.
One person, many faces, and no map of you anywhere. This is how people talk on Liir.
When you and someone else meet on Liir, that relationship is given its own private identity and its own address: a door that exists for the two of you and nobody else. Your friend’s door to you is not your bank’s. A leaked address names its leaker. Close one door and the others never feel the draft.
Inside a relationship, information moves three ways, and only three. An ask is answered once, in full, or ignored forever. A share is a deliberate one-time disclosure. A grant is a standing promise, written in your own sealed book: this relationship may keep this fact current until I say otherwise. Every disclosure is authored on your device. Our servers cannot author one, and never could.
In a shared place where many people can see you, showing fifty different private doors would unravel you. A vanity nameplate is one consistent silver name worn over all of them: fifty people see dave-1234, while beneath the cloak each one still holds only their own private door to you. A vanity nameplate is presentation, never authentication: it displays you, it does not vouch for you.
Every vanity nameplate works as a mail name inside Liir. When someone sends to dave-1234, the nameplate acts as its own pairwise: a private relationship lane is created in the background and masked, and the message lands in the owner’s ordinary mailbox. Sending to one requires already holding a relationship with its owner — type the name and your message travels over the pairwise you hold with that person. No relationship, no delivery: a stranger cannot reach a nameplate cold, which is why there is no spam.
A vanity nameplate cannot send or receive mail outside Liir. It is not an internet email address: dave-1234@anything does not exist. Mail to and from the outside world uses your true Liir address only.
A public page here is reached by opening a real mark, not by typing a name into a bar. The visit spends a token minted at that moment, once. You cannot walk the halls reading doors; you can only knock where a mark was shown to you.
Nameplates can be sold, only through Thiir. What sells is the name and its record — never the life beneath it. The buyer receives no relationships, no mail, no history of yours; your private doors stand exactly where they stood. Wear a replacement and the rooms you are in switch in the same breath; wear none and each person simply sees their own private door to you again.
Under all of it, one law: we never hold a map of who knows whom. Every door lives sealed in its two keepers’ books, unreadable to us. There is no directory of people, no graph to subpoena, no list to leak. What cannot be built cannot be broken into.
the words themselves live in the glossary · the market’s side of the story at thiir.net/about