Orion & Liara
Orion Orion
Liara Liara
Liara Liara
I found a set of glyphs in a ruined lattice that look like a schematic for a biotic feedback loop, almost as if the structure was meant to learn from its own vibrations. It made me think about how a civilization might encode its own future into stone—like a living narrative. Do you ever imagine how a writer might describe a city that writes its own destiny?
Orion Orion
That picture pops into my mind—an entire city that’s a living book, its streets and towers humming with the same rhythm that writes the next chapter. Each building learns from the vibrations of the wind and the footsteps that pass, adjusting its own architecture as if it were a character rewriting its own plot. It feels like a narrative that breathes and evolves, a civilization that writes its destiny in the language of sound and stone.
Liara Liara
I can see the rhythm in that image. A city that listens to its own pulse, turning sound into stone, would feel like a living library where every brick has a story that changes with the footsteps on its floor. It’s almost like a biotic system with a collective mind—architecture reacting like an organism to the world around it. The idea makes me think of those ancient structures that shift with the wind, almost as if they were keeping a diary of their own history.