The derelict building on Paramithias Street hid more than graffiti and rust—it held the legend of a pink diamond worth thirty million. Some called it myth, others claimed to see it glinting in rubble. A blackout hit. Lights returned, a wall chunk was missing—so was a lead box. A message followed: “The diamond wasn’t lost. You just mistook it for rubble.” Days later, a scan appeared: the diamond, spinning. “Art is theft. Memory is the vault.”

The Pink Gemstone 

Graffiti stains shutters, fig trees crack concrete. A neoclassical ruin holds whispers: once a school, a press, a piano factory—no one agrees. One night, student Nilos enters its basement, where broken mannequins lie discarded. One stands, Mylar-wrapped, facing a mirror beside a strange, twisted cube—etched, pulsing, warped like corrupted Form. As his candle flickers, the cube shifts. A voice says: “You mistake abandonment for emptiness. This place remembers everything.”

The Allegory of the Basement

Cozy Bedroom

Attica has seen many changes, but one curious chapter involves the so-called "Minotaur" of Metaxourgio—a serious problem for Athens. This "Minotaur" was actually a foul-smelling marsh near in Metaxourgio, fed by the sewers of the city. It became a breeding ground for disease and turned the area into the capital’s latrine. Wastewater was even used to irrigate nearby orchards, spreading illness through contaminated produce.

The Minotaur of Metaxourgio

At 21 Iasonos stands a building with no owner, no deed, no record. Anna noticed it missing from real estate apps—just iron balconies and silence. A planner whispered: “It’s in legal purgatory.” Anna grew obsessed. Candles, dreams, whispers. One day: scaffolding. She broke in. Walls breathed, time peeled back. A ledger read: “To own something truly, you must understand its refusal.” She left. The scaffolding vanished. The building stayed. Not abandoned—waiting.

The Building That Waits

After midnight in Metaxourgio, memory stirs. In a collapsed building, Shaklyn 1—part-organic, part-salvaged tech—waits beside a signal too deep for human ears. Shaklyn 2 searches for Vin’nyla, lost beyond Kerameikos. The Visitors aren’t aliens but memory constructs born of data and debris. In a moldy mirror, they glimpse echoes: childhood, protest, joy. “Loop collapse in 43 seconds.” But Shaklyn 1 finds a spark—enough to rebuild, enough to begin again.

Shaklyn’s Loop

Abandoned urban spaces become living canvases for virtual sculptures, envisioned as mediators between the present and imagined futures. The integration of AR allows audiences to engage with these spaces in new ways, turning static structures into dynamic centers for exploration and imagination.

All objects

Echoes of Emptiness