In the quiet whispers of the ancient halls,
Where shadows dance on weathered walls,
Lies the echo of times long past,
A symphony of voices, a shadow cast.

From the pyramids that touch the sky,
To the coliseums where gladiators die,
Each stone, each brick, a tale to tell,
Of empires risen and those that fell.

The parchments crumbled, the ink now faint,
Depict the valor...