A single orb emerges from the dark — luminous, distant, deliberate.

“Neo” means new, but here it suggests more than beginning. It evokes a presence: not born, not made, but arriving. Detached, elemental, and strangely alive.

The image vibrates between eras — like a relic of the future or a memory of what’s to come. Echoes of neo-futurism, of reinvention, of something unnamed stepping into view.

Is it a signal? A soul? A state of becoming?
Neo doesn’t explain. It appears — and remains.