Memory of a Future Past
The city pulses in a relentless wash of neon and static, yet we stand rooted, eyes locked on a fleeting vision of an untouched world. A glimpse of life before the hum of machines wove their dissonant song into the very air, before connection became compulsion. The sight stirs something deep—a longing for a simpler time, an ache for days unmeasured by time and untouched by technology. Here, in this city of light and steel, the world we yearn for exists only in memories, fading like the echo of a melody lost to time.
Memory of a Future Past
The city pulses in a relentless wash of neon and static, yet we stand rooted, eyes locked on a fleeting vision of an untouched world. A glimpse of life before the hum of machines wove their dissonant song into the very air, before connection became compulsion. The sight stirs something deep—a longing for a simpler time, an ache for days unmeasured by time and untouched by technology. Here, in this city of light and steel, the world we yearn for exists only in memories, fading like the echo of a melody lost to time.