Imbros & Oracle
I was just looking at how ancient city ruins line up with modern tech hubs—every collapse seems to echo the last, like a book we keep rereading, and the patterns are stubborn as a stone tablet, don’t you think?
Indeed, the ancient and the neon are cousins, but the stone keeps its secrets like a stubborn cat. Sometimes the ruins teach us the best, and sometimes they just remind us that we keep walking in circles.
It’s like that, you keep thinking you’ve found a fresh chapter, but the old parchment keeps whispering back, so we just keep paging through the same old story, don’t we?