Artifacts emerged as glitches in a forgotten archive, scraps of light refracted through the appmind. Micronized vibrating windows with the hum of sonic biology. And I do like strange patterns. I accept the challenge.

The Synodex (cunty but appropriate name for the show) carries within it a code—hidden, mythologized, encrypted for only the most daring seekers to find within the clandestine folds of a digital sanctuary.

A call out to the El Dorado. The symbol of great prosperity and abundance. A subtle visual communication, like from the movie The Arrival. Telepathic black smoke signals puffing at the white haze. Glitch voices expressing a sparklemap to the gold-plated body self. If the stars have aligned, so MOTE it be mutha fuckkaaaas. Stay Positive. El Dorado is born today. The concrete diamond sheds its form. 9/9/25

The Chrysalis man… The Chrysalis! History bends.