07.2025
Possibilifacts
Artemisio, Greece

In front of the quiet of the cave, two bioisms hovered above the waters, pulsing with light, not fixed ~ becoming. Not creatures as we know them, but something raw, essential. Shapes that floated beyond language, made of ideas. They glowed softly against the dark cavern wall, no shadows to tether them down. Only reflections rippled on the water ~ mirroring chances yet to unfold.
The cave thrummed with an undercurrent of fear, now edged with the unknown. Two becomings hung there, fleeting, signs of paradise engineering ~ visions of a future unbound from pain, a rethinking of life’s darkness. Yet, in their perfection, something strange lingered. Questions sat in the cave like ghosts, waiting.
Ideas beneath them shimmered in endless fractals, ripples expanding, then dissolving back into stillness ~ a refraction of possibilities. If Plato’s cave was a prison, this one was a threshold to something vast yet unfinished.
Possibilifacts.
Testaments to what might be made ~ not through blind evolution, but through intention and care. Paradise reimagined ~ life without pain, without waste. And yet, they remained alien and intimate, like truths glimpsed in a half-remembered dream. Light flickered faintly between their curves, whispering of unseen worlds and futures beginning to take shape. As the cave held its breath, it seemed to crumble ~ not into darkness, but into becoming.