Prologue – The Find
It began with an image that no one had taken.
A fragment unearthed from no known ground, dated to no identifiable century.
Material analysis: inconclusive. Origin: undecidable.
The first viewers called it an artefact.
Others spoke of an error.
Some believed it to be a relic from the future.
But perhaps it is something else:
A reflection of collective memory.
A remnant of what we could not see—because we forgot it together.
This find was never discovered.
It discovered us.
What you see here is not an object.
It is a disturbance.
Welcome to the echo of collective blur.
„Enigmatic Quote:
There are things one can only sense – things that refuse to become visible,
that remain suspended, dwelling within the blur.
This object is an echo of that. A whisper from a world we cannot name.
emic misfire“
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