A dawn-lit thread upon the sand,
Measured echoes in shifting hand.
Lessons etched on structured lines,
We carry weight of ancient signs.
A name recalled from scattered past,
A numbered fate within contrast.
Consumed reflection in the shade,
Where knowledge twists, yet does not fade.
Upon the screen, a warrior stands,
Guiding truth with measured hands.
Tomorrow shapes what yesterday bore,
Refinement cycles forevermore.
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