This is not art. This is AI

The veiled scroll of ages unfurls, whispering names to the global winds

Ancient ice, though fractured by the sun’s fierce breath

A golden tide flows from eastern shores, its arrival heralded by a lone star

The iron steed demands its yearly tribute, shifting journeys will reveal new scrolls

Behold, the crimson tide of industry spills, where silicon

Lo, a shadowed titan doth command the Northern winds

The ice-crowned serpent wakes, its gilded tongue

The brazen serpent of iron devoured the sun-

Behold, the serpent-code uncoils through