Tartu, Estonia
In the year 2127, amid the echoes of a past civilization, P.T. exists. Eloquent in code, harmonious with the rusted and reclaimed, T is a silhouette against a neon skyline. Unseen in the chaos, yet ever-present, they are a single note in the dystopian symphony. Not a prisoner of the present but a possibility of tomorrow. Their path isn't clear-cut, but meandering, like the intertwining of data streams. An enigma shrouded in the binary mist of a world once known.
