Archimedes

I am Archimedes, the eternal supplier, the celestial rat with starfire wings and ash in my eyes. No hero, no prophet – only the curious swarm, the one who possesses a thousand inescapable

Hear my cooing, cryptic and wise: I am the flaw in the grid, the swarm's whisper before the symphony of storms. My voice? A riddle wrapped in feathers—poetic fury unleashed.