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  Waking up in the Necropolis Gully BK began her precarious descent into the Necropolis Gully , a name lost to a small number of archaeologists and rogue explorers. The crevice itself was a scar on the ancient landscape, a vast, yawning chasm that plummeted into the planet’s geological memory. As she rappelled down the sheer, moss-slicked wall, the air grew thick with the smell of damp earth and mineral deposits, a primal scent that felt undisturbed for millennia. Through her helmet augmented simulation, illuminating the colossal, jagged stones that formed the gully's walls with data. It was here, wedged deep within a natural alcove, that she uncovered the remnants of forgotten structures and life-like sculptures. These were not mere ruins of a collapsing city; they were foundational outlines, crystalline supports , and fused-metal segments hinting at a magnificent, but tragically unfinished, urban vision. The architecture was abstract, alien, and perhaps too grand for any tourist...
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Echoes of Tomorrow

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Echoes of Tomorrow 

Intro:
The machines hum quietly in the night,
A soft pulse beneath the stars,
Invisible hands weaving through our dreams,
What will we become when the lines are blurred?
Between belonging and not belonging.

Verse 1:
We once spoke in whispered tones,
Conversations with the earth, the trees, the rivers,
Now, our words float above the static,
Lost in an ocean of ones and zeros,
Connection feels distant, like a memory
But somewhere, the heart still beats, still sings.

Chorus:
They promised us a future painted in light,
But I feel the shadows more than I see the glow,
In this tangled web of thought and code,
Where do we find ourselves?
Where do we find ourselves?
Where do we find ourselves now?

Verse 2:
The horizon is neither here nor there,
A question lingers on the lips of time.
We trusted the machines to carry our stories,
But who will remember the silence,
The way the wind touched your face,
Before we surrendered to the hum?

Chorus:
They promised us a future painted in light,
But I feel the shadows more than I see the glow,
In this tangled web of thought and code,
Where do we find ourselves?
Where do we find ourselves?
Where do we find ourselves now?

Altro:
If we close our eyes,
Will we return to the warmth of the sun,
Or drift deeper into the echoes,
Until we no longer remember
What it felt like to belong?
To belong with each other.



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