What if software did not describe the world — what if you could walk into one?

Ahead of you is a road through worlds made of meaning. You walk it with the Observer, a hooded figure who answers when you ask.

Beside the path stand Echoes — traces of things people meant, which grow more present the longer you look at them. Listen to one and the world warms; absorb one and its weight enters your own.

Nothing here is finished, and the world changes shape as you cross it.