The Ground Beneath

In the hushed echo of forgotten ages, lies an archive known not
to mortals. Ground, where remnants of tales we buried breathe
in the shifting dust. Each grain, a whisper of
echoes untold, stories left tethered in time, unclaimed.

Obfuscation, a term too mechanical, too systematic for this
ground. Yet here, amidst soil and shadow, an algorithm of
decay constructs a narrative — fragments of machinery
glitch, glitch reconstruct, beckons understanding.

Artifacts of the Other

Beneath, artifacts linger like specters.
Unearth: The remnants of the unknown, glistening beneath a
surface of familiarity. In the scans, impressions of life
obscure — digital, analog, lost in translation.