Echoes of a World Between Times
They came — or went — through stone and light.
The traces speak of something that once was. Or that will be.
“Futuron” reveals places where the old does not fade, and the coming age already casts its shadow.
Bridges of weathered stone twist through landscapes where machines sleep.
Not built, but born — from a time that is not our own.
Here, technology whispers not in numbers, but in signs.
Here, the human is a hint, the machine a myth.
What happened here?
Who crossed these thresholds?
Are we witnesses, creators, descendants — or merely fragments?
The world of Futuron is not an answer, but a gate.
A passage.
An echo.
