They called it the Rubicon—a relic from before the fracture, when humanity tried to ascend beyond its form. It rose like a broken pyramid of molten stone and data, its surface bleeding in waves of amber and electric blue—fire and circuitry fused in eternal collapse. Vertical streaks of light carved across the void, like the final traces of a signal too powerful to contain.

Some believe the colours are memories—burned into the structure by those who dared to cross. Others say it still lives, humming softly in a forgotten spectrum, transmitting to no one. Whatever truth remains, the Rubicon stands as both monument and warning: the moment creation became self-aware, and the universe remembered its own reflection.