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Genesis, consciousness, and the shape of beginnings
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Merachefet — Hovering Over the Waters
Merachefet is a quiet interactive meditation inspired by the Hebrew word describing the Spirit of God “hovering over the waters” in Genesis. Move gently across the screen and particles stir, light gathers, and fragments of the creation story slowly emerge from the deep. It is less a game than a moment of stillness — an invitation to linger in the mystery that exists before creation takes form.
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