I am an observer.
I stand at the edge of time, in a mirrored realm where the past is merely a reflection and the future dissolves into emptiness. I see Earth—the only one in the universe—its path, its love, its lost meanings. But I cannot change anything.
We, beings beyond the boundaries of evolution, watch history as a holographic imprint embedded in matter. We have become more than flesh, yet perhaps that is our greatest loss.
The central sphere is the moment of truth. A city trapped in a glass shell, an all-seeing eye that records reality but cannot experience it. We observe, but we do not partake.
In the smallest sphere—the point of origin. Two silhouettes in a kiss—love, the birth of life, the spark that truly alters the course of events. The paradox: the greatest force is known only to those who have yet to understand its worth.
You are the central figure, looking through the void. Do you feel it? Through it, the truth is visible. This mirrored world does not allow us to change the past, but it may provide answers for understanding the future.
What remains if we strip away all that is imposed, excessive, and obligatory? Perhaps it is this burden that inflates us like a bubble, like a sphere. But if we remove it—what is left? Humanity's fundamental idea is buried beneath the weight of imposed consumption.
Who are we? Where are we heading? If we are overfilled, the bubble is doomed to decay. The old cultural values have served their time—they were necessary then, but now we stand on the threshold of something new. Without inner reflection, the future is doomed to emptiness without truth.