In the soft hum of forgotten endeavors,
whispers of the ancients tickle our foam-laden ears.
A flicker captured, echo captured, in seashells.
Echoes unspooled: the silent reels spin tales
of laughter in libraries, of shadows dancing
over cobblestones, of midnight discussions
that shaped mountains of knowledge.
Can you hear them? The energy of footsteps
in corridors, the enthusiastic scribbles of
a mind unraveling the universe, gently
caressing the edge of time's great ocean.