"We shall All be Forgotten in the Grave, and the Name which we now Bear will no more Tell who we were than the Numerals on our Tombs."
Lost City of Z

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A #WRITCO Collaboration

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STARRING

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ENIGMA

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MICHAEL

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SEEK
AND WE
SHALL
FIND

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MICHAEL
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From Enigma's eyes, a canvas of the East,
Where ancient whispers dance in dusty air,
Her spirit weaves through ruins of the past,
With secrets of the earth she loves to share.

In lands where rivers sing of olden days,
Where temples stand in silent majesty,
Her heart beats in the rhythm of the sitar's strings,
Her soul adorned with tales of Rama's play.

To Michael, a man of the West,
Whose eyes reflect the vastness of the sea,
The open skies and the boundless land,
Where freedom whispers in every tree.

Together they embark, two souls entwined,
On a quest to unearth life's grand design,
With spades of knowledge and hearts so vast,
They dig through layers of time, hand in hand.

Their journey takes them through the cradle of life,
Where civilizations once bloomed and fell,
Where the whispers of history's forgotten pages,
Speak of love, loss, and the rise of the belle.
Through deserts of doubt and mountains of fear,
They traverse the terrains of the heart,
In every uncovered artifact,
A piece of the human puzzle, they part.

They see in the bones of the long-gone,
The same desires, the same loving arms,
The same dreams that reach for the stars above,
And in this, they find their common charms.

"Look, Michael," Enigma says with a smile,
As she holds a pottery shard so fine,
"In this piece of a mother's gentle touch,
We find the thread that binds all kind."

He nods, his eyes meeting hers in silent accord,
Their hearts resonating like ancient chords,
Struck by the beauty of this shared quest,
To find the truth in the dust of the ignored.

"Let's pray," Michael...