The Atlas shows me the lost intelligence of Korvax Prime: thriving, falling.Waiting, blind and alone. Her children stran

The Atlas shows me the lost intelligence of Korvax Prime: thriving, falling.Waiting, blind and alone. Her children stranded in the dark, rebuilding their own bodies from nothing. The Autophage...

It shows me a future, in a reality I do not recognise.Wires loosened from their circuits, transistors failing.Memories dissolving, dispersed like ink in water.

The Atlas hurtles towards its own dark, in a time and a space I cannot begin to understand. It cries out. It demands compliance.