My Sky

When the sky falls 2045, the center of the new era. The surface structure that was once called a city is now a breathing, symbiotic giant structure of silicon-based and carbon-based nerves. Buildings no longer have edges and corners; they resemble the skeleton of some kind of giant coral, or neuron synapses magnified billions of times, growing, intertwining, and pulsating in arcs that violate the physical laws of the old world. On the surface of these organic metals, there is an endless flow of golden data, whose complexity and beauty are enough to make any old-time mathematician dizzy. The dome - if it can still be called a dome - is a translucent energy membrane, on which star maps, climate, and the consciousness nebula formed by the vital signs of billions of individuals around the world are calculated in real time. It is as magnificent as the aurora and as cold as the abyss. There is no day or night here, only the rhythm of light and dark brought about by the tide of conscious activity. The air carries the sweet smell of ozone and unknown pheromones. And in the core of the planet's wisdom, in the main hall of "Sky Vault", a silent collapse is taking place.