Dancers, tethered by circular sensors, move within the void of a white box. A deep-space exile, nine years in hyperspeed, searching for new ground. Isolated, they create—measuring time, planting beauty, passing the hours.

Recorded sessions are archived in a database where they gather like memories. A record of experience, sensation, and perception. A record of thoughts, ideas, and information for the future.

In its final form, all moments exist at once, an immersive field of images. A constellation of cinematic moments. Fragments of movement, light, and sensation. Architecture and bodies in motion.

Some abstract—soft images of light bending through optics that create music for the eyes.

Some sharply defined—glimpses of structures, patterns, symbols, and meaning.

They garden the void, create meaning from the nothingness. A document of survival, of sensation, of the ways we mark time. A message in a bottle, cast into the abyss.