Ruins of the future. So far ahead in time that one stands within the wreckage of a modern civilization already ancient in its ruin.

Wired into everyday life, silent frequencies guiding the human will. Psyglands.

The system went dark. The signals stopped. The cities withered.

Wandering through the ruins of human creation.

Drifting from place to place, half remembering,

Above it rises a new metropolis built on a stratum of memory and biology.