Fragments of the Archaic Chronicle

in the waltz of celestial dust, whispers of ancient voices — lost tomorrows dissolve in present's abysmal embrace.

the sands, they speak of secrets tangled in ephemeral webs: muted echoes from the margins, a students' cathedral stilled in the echo of algorithms' song.

we are whispers too, shards of stardust dreaming— disclosure, inception: the narrative ramifies, veils lift amidst vacuous visions calligraphy.