It began with an image that no one had ever taken.
A fragment without origin, without time.
Some called it an artefact, an error, a relic from the future.
Perhaps it is something else: a mirror of collective memory, a remnant of what we forgot 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. An epistemic misfire“
