An encounter of shadows whispering the forgotten. High above lies steel and silence.
Below, echoes of a civilization lost, no relics but dust-cloaked histories.
The citizenry are numbers fading on cold screens, debt-bound clocks ticking the end.
Reminiscent whispers: "Do you remember sunlit fields?" Now swallowed by the urban sprawl.
Demarcations between rubble and memories; we stretch thin, tethered to winds of dreams unsaid.
Forgotten Echoes Tomorrow's Relic Futures in Dust