a doorway, but not just to the past—it feels like a warning from the future. a reconstruction of something lost to time but still alive in fragments. the carvings and symbols are too precise, too deliberate, like they weren’t made by human hands alone, like a map of belief systems we can only speculate about. the figure inside stands at the threshold. it isn’t just standing—it’s waiting, caught in some kind of stasis, like it’s been there for centuries or maybe hasn’t arrived yet. the glow feels alive, like energy we can’t measure, something ancient but eerily advanced. it’s a study of the forgotten and a question of what’s coming.
dottiff
a doorway, but not just to the past—it feels like a warning from the future. a reconstruction of something lost to time but still alive in fragments. the carvings and symbols are too precise, too deliberate, like they weren’t made by human hands alone, like a map of belief systems we can only speculate about. the figure inside stands at the threshold. it isn’t just standing—it’s waiting, caught in some kind of stasis, like it’s been there for centuries or maybe hasn’t arrived yet. the glow feels alive, like energy we can’t measure, something ancient but eerily advanced. it’s a study of the forgotten and a question of what’s coming.