ghost boat

A single yacht sails through waters that no longer obey the laws of nature. The sea has become corrupted data - patches of turquoise, magenta and gold replace the blue. The sky turns sunset colors into digital noise. The ship itself is the last analog thing in a world turning to pixels. It casts no shadow, for the water beneath is no water at all, but the memory of the ocean, shimmering in endless circles. Somewhere between a dream and a corrupted file, the Spirit Ship sails - in search of a shore that exists outside the code.