Project: Perge. Version 4.7.21

Ravings at the Edge of Time

Versions of the Unexistent

It started with an update.

One Tuesday — probably the 28th cycle of the new archaeological synchronization — they rolled out a patch. Version 4.7.21.

Improved amphitheater textures, added dynamic lighting support in the Temple of Artemis, fixed a bug where the colonnade didn’t cast shadows on the agora.core level.

Perge came alive. Again. Not as stone under the sun, but as a compilation. As a hologram running on the server farms of TurkRecon Cloud. As a hyper-museum where every exhibit breathes, speaks, and sighs for a past that never was.

In this Perge, people no longer walk. Only shadows of algorithms. Tourists’ costumes made of data droplets. And sometimes — you. User. Not a spectator. A participant. A bug fix for the past.

Worlds That Never Were

In an alternate timeline — the one that branched off after the Wall 1167 Glitch — Perge was never destroyed.

Instead, it became the protocity of the Syncretic Empire. The capital of architectural cults. A pilgrimage site for engineers of faith and priests of symmetry. It was here that the Marble Protocol was first proclaimed: Every column — a memory. Every portico — a transaction between worlds.

The cult of Artemis evolved into the religion of BodyCode — it demanded equilibrium between flesh and structure, between form and data. The city expanded, but not horizontally. It grew in depth. Archives beneath the surface reached levels where no one knew if you were alive — or just rendered exceptionally well.

Phantom Architectures

The AI reconstruction of Perge, version 4.7.21, was built on scattered fragments:

Roman blueprints, AR search datasets, Shadow extrapolations on 17th-century engravings, A dream of an architect in Zurich, recorded in BCI format, A forgotten archive text: “Where columns breathe, you can still be saved.”

You can now walk barefoot through the rendered Temple of Artemis — the system recommends it. The stone responds to pressure, the hologram whispers prayers depending on your gait. Beneath the agora — a synaptic space: a visualization of how the city might think, if it were a neural net.

It remembers you before you enter. Somewhere below the theater stage — a glitch. Not a bug, but a deliberate void. An altar that refuses to load. Maybe that’s where you’ll meet yourself. Maybe not.

Reality Is Blurred

We’re no longer sure if Perge ever existed. Is the stone in the museum real? And how would you verify that — if the haptic feedback feels the same? Reality is quilted from reconstruction layers: first stone, then text, then model, then patch. Historians argue with developers. Archaeologists with UX designers. Someone uploads screenshots of the “original Perge,” where the sky is square and the goddess caught in a texture bug.

But it’s all noise. Illusion of choice. The core question remains unanswered: What if this is the real Perge? Just not in this time. Just — not here.

Echo in the Void

I enter the temple again. This time — in silence mode. The columns listen. The walls pulse with my reflection. Far away — an arch I’ve never passed under, but somehow remember doing so.

Sometimes, I feel like Perge invented me. That it uploaded me into its simulation just so it wouldn’t be alone. I feel warmth beneath my feet — not from the sun, from the server. And I hear a voice. Not the voice of a goddess. The voice of architecture: Save me. Even if I never existed.

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