"Once, in an era long past and yet suspiciously familiar, these tiles were touched by omniscient fingers, giving way to rhythms that brought nations to heel and revolutions to a halt. Beneath this surface lay the irony of time."

"Remember, dear modern tradesman, the dance of the spreadsheets and the sacred tango of quarterly reports – each shake calculated, each step choreographed according to esoteric economic forecasts."

"The ghosts of the old world are not as invisible as one might hope, their voices cryptically enshrined in letters stamped upon virtual doors. They decry the end of days with tweets and blogs, that the sacred blockchain may remember."