Cosmic Echoes of Alexandria

On columns breathe papyrus eyes, and marble shadows,

we question the skies. Beyond Orion's silver frame, a silent world

devours flame. No song of photons breaks the night, yet gravity writes

pure delight. Ancient minds awaken, interpret the sight. From Euclid's chalk to Eratosthenes' sphere.

Curved space we feel, though the edge is near. Our light must

bow. Event horizon. Spiral in rhythm. Cosmic liaison. Time stretches thin.

Past Alexandrian dawn. In the core of the void. New worlds are drawn.

Hypatia traced ellipses wide. Sketching the orbits where secrets hide. She wrote of