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echoes of rememberance
life e̴̽nds, flesh decay̵̏s,
aether echo̴̓es, acro̷̾ss eö̶ns
cyber cemeteries pre launch at BlackLight XIV - CYB3R 3D3N
c̵̥̺͈̊͆͂̏̌̍͝ȳ̵̜̤̣͓̤̌͐̓̿̒̈͑͜͝b̸̹́̐̈́̽͒̂̃è̸̯͓̦̼͓̲͓̲̣͙͍̿͌̊̏͆͝ř̴̡̯͓̆͑̀̔́̋̽͘ ̴̯̣͔͓͛̍̉̿̀͐͆͂̄̈́̚̚ç̸̡̠̟̯̙̫̫̳͚̫̫͗́͋̔́ͅȩ̴̖͓̭̃́͋͌ͅḿ̸̧̥̃̓́͜͜͠e̴͚͍̝͖̠͉͍̻̩̯̿͒̔̃͆͝t̷̨̛̞͇̹͛̓̄́̒̂̌͐̊͂̕͠ë̸͕̺̮̻̮̯̠̱̙̀̔͑̓͝r̵̭̹̘͈̗̰̤̜̞̈́͊̌̈́͐͒̈́̈́̾̉̌̿̕͜i̵̖͙͕̳̪͉̻̗̞̩͉͋ḗ̴̺̯̤̒̐͒͆͠s̷͔͕͖͙̮̜͍͖̋̊͋̈́̆̈́̀̿̽͂̕ͅ c̵̥̺͈̊͆͂̏̌̍͝ȳ̵̜̤̣͓̤̌͐̓̿̒̈͑͜͝b̸̹́̐̈́̽͒̂̃è̸̯͓̦̼͓̲͓̲̣͙͍̿͌̊̏͆͝ř̴̡̯͓̆͑̀̔́̋̽͘ ̴̯͛̍̉̿̀͐͆͂̄̈́̚̚
c̵̥̺͈̊͆͂̏̌̍͝ȳ̵̜̤̣͓̤̌͐̓̿̒̈͑͜͝b̸̹́̐̈́̽͒̂̃è̸̯͓̦̼͓̲͓̲̣͙͍̿͌̊̏͆͝ř̴̡̯͓̆͑̀̔́̋̽͘ ̴̯̣͔͓͛̍̉̿̀͐͆͂̄̈́̚̚ç̸̡̠̟̯̙̫̫̳͚̫̫͗́͋̔́ͅȩ̴̖͓̭̃́͋͌ͅḿ̸̧̥̃̓́͜͜͠e̴͚͍̝͖̠͉͍̻̩̯̿͒̔̃͆͝t̷̨̛̞͇̹͛̓̄́̒̂̌͐̊͂̕͠ë̸͕̺̮̻̮̯̠̱̙̀̔͑̓͝r̵̭̹̘͈̗̰̤̜̞̈́͊̌̈́͐͒̈́̈́̾̉̌̿̕͜i̵̖͙͕̳̪͉̻̗̞̩͉͋ḗ̴̺̯̤̒̐͒͆͠s̷͔͕͖͙̮̜͍͖̋̊͋̈́̆̈́̀̿̽͂̕ͅ c̵̥̺͈̊͆͂̏̌̍͝ȳ̵̜̤̣͓̤̌͐̓̿̒̈͑͜͝b̸̹́̐̈́̽͒̂̃è̸̯͓̦̼͓̲͓̲̣͙͍̿͌̊̏͆͝ř̴̡̯͓̆͑̀̔́̋̽͘ ̴̯͛̍̉̿̀͐͆͂̄̈́̚̚
first installation: <cyber cemeteries> tee
there was no afterlife here—no golden gates or fiery depths. only data. fragments of conversations, whispers of thoughts, flashes of moments uploaded long ago. a laugh, looping endlessly in a forgotten video. a message, half-typed and never sent. memories scattered like stardust, spiraling through endless currents of code.
c̵̥̺͈̊͆͂̏̌̍͝ȳ̵̜̤̣͓̤̌͐̓̿̒̈͑͜͝b̸̹́̐̈́̽͒̂̃è̸̯͓̦̼͓̲͓̲̣͙͍̿͌̊̏͆͝ř̴̡̯͓̆͑̀̔́̋̽͘ ̴̯̣͔͓͛̍̉̿̀͐͆͂̄̈́̚̚ç̸̡̠̟̯̙̫̫̳͚̫̫͗́͋̔́ͅȩ̴̖͓̭̃́͋͌ͅḿ̸̧̥̃̓́͜͜͠e̴͚͍̝͖̠͉͍̻̩̯̿͒̔̃͆͝t̷̨̛̞͇̹͛̓̄́̒̂̌͐̊͂̕͠ë̸͕̺̮̻̮̯̠̱̙̀̔͑̓͝r̵̭̹̘͈̗̰̤̜̞̈́͊̌̈́͐͒̈́̈́̾̉̌̿̕͜i̵̖͙͕̳̪͉̻̗̞̩͉͋ḗ̴̺̯̤̒̐͒͆͠s̷͔͕͖͙̮̜͍͖̋̊͋̈́̆̈́̀̿̽͂̕ͅ c̵̥̺͈̊͆͂̏̌̍͝ȳ̵̜̤̣͓̤̌͐̓̿̒̈͑͜͝b̸̹́̐̈́̽͒̂̃è̸̯͓̦̼͓̲͓̲̣͙͍̿͌̊̏͆͝ř̴̡̯͓̆͑̀̔́̋̽͘ ̴̯͛̍̉̿̀͐͆͂̄̈́̚̚
c̵̥̺͈̊͆͂̏̌̍͝ȳ̵̜̤̣͓̤̌͐̓̿̒̈͑͜͝b̸̹́̐̈́̽͒̂̃è̸̯͓̦̼͓̲͓̲̣͙͍̿͌̊̏͆͝ř̴̡̯͓̆͑̀̔́̋̽͘ ̴̯̣͔͓͛̍̉̿̀͐͆͂̄̈́̚̚ç̸̡̠̟̯̙̫̫̳͚̫̫͗́͋̔́ͅȩ̴̖͓̭̃́͋͌ͅḿ̸̧̥̃̓́͜͜͠e̴͚͍̝͖̠͉͍̻̩̯̿͒̔̃͆͝t̷̨̛̞͇̹͛̓̄́̒̂̌͐̊͂̕͠ë̸͕̺̮̻̮̯̠̱̙̀̔͑̓͝r̵̭̹̘͈̗̰̤̜̈́͊̌̈́͐͒̈́̈́̾̉̌̿̕͜ ̞i̵̖͙͕̳̪͉̻̗̞̩͉͋ḗ̴̺̯̤̒̐͒͆͠s̷͔͕͖͙̮̜͍͖̋̊͋̈́̆̈́̀̿̽͂̕ͅ c̵̥̺͈̊͆͂̏̌̍͝ȳ̵̜̤̣͓̤̌͐̓̿̒̈͑͜͝b̸̹́̐̈́̽͒̂̃è̸̯͓̦̼͓̲͓̲̣͙͍̿͌̊̏͆͝ř̴̡̯͓̆͑̀̔́̋̽͘ ̴̯͛̍̉̿̀͐͆͂̄̈́̚̚
c̵̥̺͈̊͆͂̏̌̍͝ȳ̵̜̤̣͓̤̌͐̓̿̒̈͑͜͝b̸̹́̐̈́̽͒̂̃è̸̯͓̦̼͓̲͓̲̣͙͍̿͌̊̏͆͝ř̴̡̯͓̆͑̀̔́̋̽͘ ̴̯̣͔͓͛̍̉̿̀͐͆͂̄̈́̚̚ç̸̡̠̟̯̙̫̫̳͚̫̫͗́͋̔́ͅȩ̴̖͓̭̃́͋͌ͅḿ̸̧̥̃̓́͜͜͠e̴͚͍̝͖̠͉͍̻̩̯̿͒̔̃͆͝t̷̨̛̞͇̹͛̓̄́̒̂̌͐̊͂̕͠ë̸͕̺̮̻̮̯̠̱̙̀̔͑̓͝r̵̭̹̘͈̗̰̤̜̞̈́͊̌̈́͐͒̈́̈́̾̉̌̿̕͜i̵̖͙͕̳̪͉̻̗̞̩͉͋ḗ̴̺̯̤̒̐͒͆͠s̷͔͕͖͙̮̜͍͖̋̊͋̈́̆̈́̀̿̽͂̕ͅ c̵̥̺͈̊͆͂̏̌̍͝ȳ̵̜̤̣͓̤̌͐̓̿̒̈͑͜͝b̸̹́̐̈́̽͒̂̃è̸̯͓̦̼͓̲͓̲̣͙͍̿͌̊̏͆͝ř̴̡̯͓̆͑̀̔́̋̽͘ ̴̯͛̍̉̿̀͐͆͂̄̈́̚̚
c̵̥̺͈̊͆͂̏̌̍͝ȳ̵̜̤̣͓̤̌͐̓̿̒̈͑͜͝b̸̹́̐̈́̽͒̂̃è̸̯͓̦̼͓̲͓̲̣͙͍̿͌̊̏͆͝ř̴̡̯͓̆͑̀̔́̋̽͘ ̴̯̣͔͓͛̍̉̿̀͐͆͂̄̈́̚̚ç̸̡̠̟̯̙̫̫̳͚̫̫͗́͋̔́ͅȩ̴̖͓̭̃́͋͌ͅḿ̸̧̥̃̓́͜͜͠e̴͚͍̝͖̠͉͍̻̩̯̿͒̔̃͆͝t̷̨̛̞͇̹͛̓̄́̒̂̌͐̊͂̕͠ë̸͕̺̮̻̮̯̠̱̙̀̔͑̓͝r̵̭̹̘͈̗̰̤̜̞̈́͊̌̈́͐͒̈́̈́̾̉̌̿̕͜i̵̖͙͕̳̪͉̻̗̞̩͉͋ḗ̴̺̯̤̒̐͒͆͠s̷͔͕͖͙̮̜͍͖̋̊͋̈́̆̈́̀̿̽͂̕ͅ c̵̊͝ ̥̺͈͆͂̏̌̍ȳ̵̜̤̣͓̤̌͐̓̿̒̈͑͜͝b̸̹́̐̈́̽͒̂̃è̸̯͓̦̼͓̲͓̲̣͙͍̿͌̊̏͆͝ř̴̡̯͓̆͑̀̔́̋̽͘ ̴̯͛̍̉̿̀͐͆͂̄̈́̚̚
c̵̥̺͈̊͆͂̏̌̍͝ȳ̵̜̤̣͓̤̌͐̓̿̒̈͑͜͝b̸̹́̐̈́̽͒̂̃è̸̯͓̦̼͓̲͓̲̣͙͍̿͌̊̏͆͝ř̴̡̯͓̆͑̀̔́̋̽͘ ̴̯̣͔͓͛̍̉̿̀͐͆͂̄̈́̚̚ç̸̡̠̟̯̙̫̫̳͚̫̫͗́͋̔́ͅȩ̴̖͓̭̃́͋͌ͅḿ̸̧̥̃̓́͜͜͠e̴͚͍̝͖̠͉͍̻̩̯̿͒̔̃͆͝t̷̨̛̞͇̹͛̓̄́̒̂̌͐̊͂̕͠ë̸͕̺̮̻̮̯̠̱̙̀̔͑̓͝r̵̭̹̘͈̗̰̤̜̞̈́͊̌̈́͐͒̈́̈́̾̉̌̿̕͜i̵̖͙͕̳̪͉̻̗̞̩͉͋ḗ̴̺̯̤̒̐͒͆͠s̷͔͕͖͙̮̜͍͖̋̊͋̈́̆̈́̀̿̽͂̕ͅ c̵̥̺͈̊͆͂̏̌̍͝ȳ̵̜̤̣͓̤̌͐̓̿̒̈͑͜͝b̸̹́̐̈́̽͒̂̃è̸̯͓̦̼͓̲͓̲̣͙͍̿͌̊̏͆͝ř̴̡̯͓̆͑̀̔́̋̽͘ ̴̯͛̍̉̿̀͐͆͂̄̈́̚̚
c̵̥̺͈̊͆͂̏̌̍͝ȳ̵̜̤̣͓̤̌͐̓̿̒̈͑͜͝b̸̹́̐̈́̽͒̂̃è̸̯͓̦̼͓̲͓̲̣͙͍̿͌̊̏͆͝ř̴̡̯͓̆͑̀̔́̋̽͘ ̴̯̣͔͓͛̍̉̿̀͐͆͂̄̈́̚̚ç̸̡̠̟̯̙̫̫̳͚̫̫͗́͋̔́ͅȩ̴̖͓̭̃́͋͌ͅḿ̸̧̥̃̓́͜͜͠e̴͚͍̝͖̠͉͍̻̩̯̿͒̔̃͆͝t̷̨̛̞͇̹͛̓̄́̒̂̌͐̊͂̕͠ë̸͕̺̮̻̮̯̠̱̙̀̔͑̓͝r̵̭̹̘͈̗̰̤̜̞̈́͊̌̈́͐͒̈́̈́̾̉̌̿̕͜i̵̖͙͕̳̪͉̻̗̞̩͉͋ḗ̴̺̯̤̒̐͒͆͠s̷͔͕͖͙̮̜͍͖̋̊͋̈́̆̈́̀̿̽͂̕ͅ c̵̥̺͈̊͆͂̏̌̍͝ȳ̵̜̤̣͓̤̌͐̓̿̒̈͑͜͝b̸̹́̐̈́̽͒̂̃è̸̯͓̦̼͓̲͓̲̣̿͌̊̏͆͝ ͙͍ř̴̡̯͓̆͑̀̔́̋̽͘ ̴̯͛̍̉̿̀͐͆͂̄̈́̚̚
c̵̥̺͈̊͆͂̏̌̍͝ȳ̵̜̤̣͓̤̌͐̓̿̒̈͑͜͝b̸̹́̐̈́̽͒̂̃è̸̯͓̦̼͓̲͓̲̣͙͍̿͌̊̏͆͝ř̴̡̯͓̆͑̀̔́̋̽͘ ̴̯̣͔͓͛̍̉̿̀͐͆͂̄̈́̚̚ç̸̡̠̟̯̙̫̫̳͚̫̫͗́͋̔́ͅȩ̴̖͓̭̃́͋͌ͅḿ̸̧̥̃̓́͜͜͠e̴͚͍̝͖̠͉͍̻̩̯̿͒̔̃͆͝t̷̨̛̞͇̹͛̓̄́̒̂̌͐̊͂̕͠ë̸͕̺̮̻̮̯̠̱̙̀̔͑̓͝r̵̭̹̘͈̗̰̤̜̞̈́͊̌̈́͐͒̈́̈́̾̉̌̿̕͜i̵̖͙͕̳̪͉̻̗̞̩͉͋ḗ̴̺̯̤̒̐͒͆͠s̷͔͕͖͙̮̜͍͖̋̊͋̈́̆̈́̀̿̽͂̕ͅ c̵̥̺͈̊͆͂̏̌̍͝ȳ̵̜̤̣͓̤̌͐̓̿̒̈͑͜͝b̸̹́̐̈́̽͒̂̃è̸̯͓̦̼͓̲͓̲̣͙͍̿͌̊̏͆͝ř̴̡̯͓̆͑̀̔́̋̽͘ ̴̯͛̍̉̿̀͐͆͂̄̈́̚̚
c̵̥̺͈̊͆͂̏̌̍͝ȳ̵̜̤̣͓̤̌͐̓̿̒̈͑͜͝b̸̹́̐̈́̽͒̂̃è̸̯͓̦̼͓̲͓̲̣͙͍̿͌̊̏͆͝ř̴̡̯͓̆͑̀̔́̋̽͘ ̴̯̣͔͓͛̍̉̿̀͐͆͂̄̈́̚̚ç̸̡̠̟̯̙̫̫̳͚̫̫͗́͋̔́ͅȩ̴̖͓̭̃́͋͌ͅḿ̸̧̥̃̓́͜͜͠e̴͚͍̝͖̠͉͍̻̩̯̿͒̔̃͆͝t̷̨̛̞͇̹͛̓̄́̒̂̌͐̊͂̕͠ë̸͕̺̮̻̮̯̠̱̙̀̔͑̓͝r̵̭̹̘͈̗̰̤̜̞̈́͊̌̈́͐͒̈́̈́̾̉̌̿̕͜i̵̖͙͕̳̪͉̻̗̞̩͉͋ḗ̴̺̯̤̒̐͒͆͠s̷͔͕͖͙̮̜͍͖̋̊͋̈́̆̈́̀̿̽͂̕ͅ c̵̥̺͈̊͆͂̏̌̍͝ȳ̵̜̤̣͓̤̌͐̓̿̒̈͑͜͝b̸̹́̐̈́̽͒̂̃è̸̯͓̦̼͓̲͓̲̣͙͍̿͌̊̏͆͝ř̴̡̯͓̆͑̀̔́̋̽͘ ̴̯͛̍̉̿̀͐͆͂̄̈́̚̚
c̵̥̺͈̊͆͂̏̌̍͝ȳ̵̜̤̣͓̤̌͐̓̿̒̈͑͜͝b̸̹́̐̈́̽͒̂̃è̸̯͓̦̼͓̲͓̲̣͙͍̿͌̊̏͆͝ř̴̡̯͓̆͑̀̔́̋̽͘ ̴̯̣͔͓͛̍̉̿̀͐͆͂̄̈́̚̚ç̸̡̠̟̯̙̫̫̳͚̫̫͗́͋̔́ͅȩ̴̖͓̭̃́͋͌ͅḿ̸̧̥̃̓́͜͜͠e̴͚͍̝͖̠͉͍̻̩̯̿͒̔̃͆͝t̷̨̛̞͇̹͛̓̄́̒̂̌͐̊͂̕͠ë̸͕̺̮̻̮̯̠̱̙̀̔͑̓͝r̵̭̹̘͈̗̰̤̜̞̈́͊̌̈́͐͒̈́̈́̾̉̌̿̕͜i̵̖͙͕̳̪͉̻̗̞̩͉͋ḗ̴̺̯̤̒̐͒͆͠s̷͔͕͖͙̮̜͍͖̋̊͋̈́̆̈́̀̿̽͂̕ͅ c̵̥̺͈̊͆͂̏̌̍͝ȳ̵̜̤̣͓̤̌͐̓̿̒̈͑͜͝b̸̹́̐̈́̽͒̂̃è̸̯͓̦̼͓̲͓̲̣͙͍̿͌̊̏͆͝ř̴̡̯͓̆͑̀̔́̋̽͘ ̴̯͛̍̉̿̀͐͆͂̄̈́̚̚
c̵̥̺͈̊͆͂̏̌̍͝ȳ̵̜̤̣͓̤̌͐̓̿̒̈͑͜͝b̸̹́̐̈́̽͒̂̃è̸̯͓̦̼͓̲͓̲̣͙͍̿͌̊̏͆͝ř̴̡̯͓̆͑̀̔́̋̽͘ ̴̯̣͔͓͛̍̉̿̀͐͆͂̄̈́̚̚ç̸̡̠̟̯̙̫̫̳͚̫̫͗́͋̔́ͅȩ̴̖͓̭̃́͋͌ͅḿ̸̧̥̃̓́͜͜͠
c̵̥̺͈̊͆͂̏̌̍͝ȳ̵̜̤̣͓̤̌͐̓̿̒̈͑͜͝b̸̹́̐̈́̽͒̂̃è̸̯͓̦̼͓̲͓̲̣͙͍̿͌̊̏͆͝ř̴̡̯͓̆͑̀̔́̋̽͘ ̴̯̣͔͓͛̍̉̿̀͐͆͂̄̈́̚̚ç̸̡̠̟̯̙̫̫̳͚̫̫͗́͋̔́ͅȩ̴̖͓̭̃́͋͌ͅḿ̸̧̥̃̓́͜͜͠e̴͚͍̝͖̠͉͍̻̩̯̿͒̔̃͆͝t̷̨̛̞͇̹͛̓̄́̒̂̌͐̊͂̕͠ë̸͕̺̮̻̮̯̠̱̙̀̔͑̓͝r̵̭̹̘͈̗̰̤̜̞̈́͊̌̈́͐͒̈́̈́̾̉̌̿̕͜i̵̖͙͕̳̪͉̻̗̞̩͉͋ḗ̴̺̯̤̒̐͒͆͠s̷͔͕͖͙̮̜͍͖̋̊͋̈́̆̈́̀̿̽͂̕ͅ c̵̥̺͈̊͆͂̏̌̍͝ȳ̵̜̤̣͓̤̌͐̓̿̒̈͑͜͝b̸̹́̐̈́̽͒̂̃è̸̯͓̦̼͓̲͓̲̣͙͍̿͌̊̏͆͝ř̴̡̯͓̆͑̀̔́̋̽͘ ̴̯͛̍̉̿̀͐͆͂̄̈́̚̚
time did not exist in this space. centuries passed like breaths, unnoticed by those who had left their marks behind. their messages floated in the streams, weaving with countless others—those who had uploaded fragments of themselves in a quiet defiance of oblivion. together, these traces formed a tapestry of humanity: fractured, infinite, and unbound.
one day—or perhaps a thousand years later—a presence arrived. not flesh, but curiosity. a seeker, drawn by the hum of echoes, searching for connection in the silence. they sifted through the fragments, piecing together a life long gone yet somehow still here. words flickered across the void:
“i lived. i loved. i lost. i leave this here, so someone—anyone—might know i existed.”
the seeker lingered, their own trace joining the stream, intertwining with the remnants they had found. for a moment—brief, eternal—two echoes resonated together, faint but undeniable.
in the cyber cemeteries, they endured. not as flesh, not as breath, but as presence. not forgotten, not erased.
a ripple in the void, echoing across eons.