We are Future Relic.

Forged from earth, fire, growth, and hands,

we carry stories across time.

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Once ore, cable, handles, glass, beads, fungi, thread.

We are bound together: concrete anchoring, brass connecting, copper conducting, silk holding, glass shielding, mushroom leather lining, spores sleeping, NFC whispering.

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Heavy made tender, fragile made enduring, discarded made vital.

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We are not spectacle,
but a vessel of waiting and listening, a stillness carried forward.

A covenant goes with us: our spores remain viable for up to 20 years, carrying the quiet possibility of growth beyond us.

It is the condition of custodianship that we are returned to the earth before 2045, so life may awaken again, and perhaps, in some distant future, be found anew.