Andrei: Ah – another poem zat was pictified. Jules: Perhaps we're lucky it was recycled into art. Soo: De poem still rives – now it's simply visual. Ellesha: Poetry neither lives nor dies: only our imaginations.
Philyra: Whad'dya imagine seeing this? Ellesha: Crystallic text. In the future, some texts will be preserved in crystals. Soo: Our understanding ah crystals is stirru primitive..
