Faced with dangers that linger in uncertain times,
Time and again, we’ve danced the spiral climb.
Who controls the strings, the sacred rites of flight?
The unseen hand beneath the veil of night.
Wi-Fi whispers through walls we can’t see,
A.I hums in algorithms, beyond ones and threes.
Empires fall, their ashes cradle keys,
To truths whispered by Templars, dragons, and seas.
Atlantis...
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