80000 hours. one final round. lock in

I marched to the shine like moth to death y e a r n i n g f o r s a l v a t i o n

Explore the kaleidoscopic::contours of ocean::ephemera

An interactive musical journey to ascension

The long road looms

Discovery an anomaly on a corrupted battlefield

Explore the hazy::temporality of city::ephemera

A short interactive visual poem about loss, longing, and dislocation

The cosmic amulet has risen. Climb the sacred steps. Our monolithic ritual awaits.

A destroyed world. A mysterious structure. A second chance.