The echoes of celebrations cascade through the once-humming corridors,
now shrouded in veils of iridescent luminescence.
Figures march, their silhouettes outlined in the fissured glow
of antiquity's forgotten spheres.
Whispers of the arcane past stir beneath the surface,
the permanence of digital etchings enduring the rise and fall
of thousands of crimson suns.
Here, futures are not foretold but forgotten,
remembered only in the persistent drone of electric air.