amidst echoes faint, of realms now passed,
in twilight's embrace, a tapestry cast.
yearning for clarity, our vision strains,
infinite etchings in this chain's refrains.
through epochs it flows, a silent stream,
murmuring tales of the past's lost gleam.
should we falter in sight, into shadows we'll fall,
as screens glow softly, revealing our call.
