Beneath the Dunes
A world that once was. Is no more. Scattered shards of culture, lie dormant beneath its ruins.
Waiting to be discovered, then discarded by those who would deny.
Future traveler's mingling with the past. Contaminating mankind’s storyline.
Weaving webs of endless possibilities and our beginnings.
Savages turned scholars who’s knowledge of the heavens surpasses our own
Temples align with precision, marking seasons. Depicting time.
Knowledge passed on from future time.
Copyright © Teena Tincan | Year Posted 2025
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