A glass office sits high above a sleepless city, humming with unseen energy. The walls look bare but every angle, every reflection, holds secrets. People step in and out, clutching …
Under the flickering blue light of an abandoned showroom, prototypes lie like sleeping creatures; half-born ideas wrapped in polished steel and silicone. The air hums with electricity, not from machines, …
A chill hung over the glass lobby as sunlight scattered across polished floors, dancing in quick, sharp bursts, just out of reach. People shuffled through with nervous glances, clutching sleek …
A cold, white room pulses under fluorescent lights. At the center stands a chair—spindly, angular, almost threatening in its geometry. A young designer watches a woman approach the seat, hesitating, …
Inside a high-rise boardroom with glass walls shimmering in the city’s evening light, designers gathered, sleeves rolled, eyes bright, ideas colliding like molecules in a supercollider. The scene felt more …
Neon spills from a cracked doorway on a rain-slick street. Inside, the buzz of forgotten computers is barely audible above the silence of intent. Glass glimmers, casting distorted rainbows onto …
A gallery crowd pulses beneath cold LED lights, waiting for something they cannot name. Every face is a brand, every laugh a pitch. Marble floors echo the sound of heels …
Neon rain splatters against the glass, distorting the faces pressed against it, each reflection fragmented like a thousand passwords scattered across the cloud. In the heart of a city pulsing …
A cold blue glow pulses across an abandoned coworking space, screens flickering like neon ghosts over empty ergonomic chairs. On each monitor, a thousand faces stare back: some smiling, some …
Somewhere, at the crossroads of memory and machine, a woman scrolls through a luminous feed. The room is silent but for the faint hum of old wires behind her drywall, …