Matter remembers it was once alive. We study emergence. Every piece begins as a fragment of intuition: sculpted in wax, born in fire, sealed in silver. Only 44 will ever exist. When the 44th is cast, the mold is destroyed forever. Not scarcity as marketing. Scarcity as rhythm. Nothing alive repeats itself. These objects do not decorate identity; they record existence. Perfection is death: frozen, silent, obedient. We leave the fractures, the flows, the deviations. They are not flaws; they are signatures of life refusing to be tamed. Each artifact is guided, never forced. It forms according to its own will. We do not chase symmetry. We wait for truth in formation. Exoform is not a brand. It is a witness. Drop 001 releases December 13. 44 pieces. Molds destroyed on the 44th pour. No restocks. No second chances. If you feel it speak, it already chose you.