Out of the mist of a fallen city steps a tall, mechanical guard. His eyes glow like fire beacons, focused on the last survivors moving below him. The image evokes echoes of the Tower of Babel: a structure that sought to reach heaven but disintegrated into dust and confusion of speech. Here, only the watchman remains, silent and…
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Sing to us, ancient voices, of stories that do not fade.
Of Gilgamesh who sought to escape death, of Icarus who flew too high,
of the tower that reached for heaven and the gate that led to the underworld.
Show how words turn into light, how temples and cities rise again in steel and mist.
Bring us the echo of Dante’s flames, of the Tao that cannot be named,
of the God who spoke: “Let there be light.”
Thus appears Morpheus:
a universe where past…
