This is a growing archive of strangers born from static and light. Each piece distorts perception, reshapes memory, and rebuilds the human form through machine logic.
There are no ghosts here — only echoes of us, looped and rewritten until they forget where they began. The Framebreaker collects what shouldn’t exist into The Stranger. You’ve been warned.

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This is a growing archive of strangers born from static and light. Each piece distorts perception, reshapes memory, and rebuilds the human form through machine logic. There are no ghosts…