| Andrei: | Ah – another text zat was pictified. |
| Jules: | Perhaps we're lucky it was recycled into art. |
| Soo: | De poem still rives – now it's simply visual. |
| Elijah: | 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. |
| Ellesha: | Yeah. All our so-called 'wisdom' could exist in a single crystal. |
