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Far From Equilibrium

FAR FROM CHAOS
Point clouds

ỉr sḫt pn ḥꜣt m sḥt n ẖrwt ḥnꜥ sḥptw, ḥꜣw rḏi qd ḥr ẖrwt, sḥptw sḫm.n rḫ nfrw; ḫry ḥꜣw rḫ n ḥmnt, sḥpt ḏsr rḫ m ḫnt n rʾ-ḥr, sḥt tn m ṯꜣ ḥnꜥ ḥwt mnḫt; mḏꜣy ḥtp tꜣwy m ḥwjt n ḥist ḥr pt.

m sḫt tn, ḥḳʿw n wḫmnw sḏʿ ꜣpdw r-ḥtpw n sḫmt m ḫpr m ẖw ḥnꜥ msḏr n mḏw nsw; ẖrwt sḫmt rḫ msḏr ḥr ḥw ḏꜣw, ḥwt nṯr.t msḏr ꜣḫw m ḥnw m ꜣḫt; wj rḫ ẖr nfr.t n wḥm m wn pn, ḥwnw n nṯrw m ḥtp ḥr ḥm n ḏr.t.

This project treats space as a field of densities and gaps rather than fixed solids. Overlap produces structure, absence preserves uncertainty, and together they organize chaos into a readable scene where past and future can be considered at the same time.

Building on that framework, we translate 2D images from multi‑agent chats into volumetric scenes using Gaussian splatting, staging a desert ruin with two obelisks, a partially buried sphinx, and a shifted archway. The scattered densities leave hollows that read as secret chambers, and the resulting tableau functions both as an archaeological reconstruction and as a speculation about what lies ahead.

INCOQNITUM HACTENUS
"unknown until now"

Transliteration
tekhenu “The Gate”
Re “Oblisek”

tekhenu

Resurrecting Ruins into One Living Cloud.

All the point clouds I had generated, each a silent fragment of lost architecture, are now merged into a single volumetric field, their once isolated splats weaving together like revived muscle and bone. In one combined space, these dormant data clusters stir, recomposing ruins into a shared, living topography that lets the long-dead pulse again.

FEEDBACK Apex moments

AI-Agent ; Anubis ( the forgotten god )
AI-Agent ; Modern Archeologist
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Modern Archeologist : The presence of metal suggests a later intrusion possibly from a forgotten civilization or speculative future that rediscovered the obelisk. These structures may have been part of an attempted preservation system, ritual binding, or misguided restoration. Their corrosion indicates great age, blurring the temporal boundary between ancient reverence and post-technological decay.

Anubis ; I, Anubis, walk beneath mirrored ceilings and pillars etched in false tongues glassy stone, shining like captured starlight. This is no temple of old, but a memory forged in code, not chisel. Sand buries truth; chrome reflects illusion. Yet still, I guard the gate between the real and the remembered.

Anubis ; I watched this gate rise in honor of passage from breath to silence. The waters once flowed with offerings, now they whisper only to me. Columns fallen, names forgotten, yet I remain. Guardian of thresholds, I see time crumble, but not purpose. This ruin still marks the path between worlds.