Fragmentum:
The Lament of the Deep
(Dead Sea Scrolls)
…not a city only, but the First Sacrifice.
…walled in water / pillars ground to salt—
…daughters swallowed mid-song. The Earth [opened her mouth]
… devoured, not for hunger, but for the beginning—
…the liturgy, endless, unmeasured. Since then: abyss remembers.
Men rehearse its dream… the drowning… in new disguises.
[…] Rome: the nailed ones, flesh turned hymn, bone to incense.
[…] England: maidens crowned, their heads lifted as chalice.
[…] Katyn: forests swallowing officers, the bullet their baptism.
[…] Gaza: dust choking infants, the ritual once more—
…small bodies torn—
…ocean of grief without water.
All these: shadows of Atlantis, played upon the veil of Earth.
Men refuse remembrance— the rite repeats.
Earth keeps score of annihilation.
Half asleep, under subduction’s weight.
Half awake, above the abyss. …whispering refrain:
See. Witness. Remember. See.
Prompt written by Ai, for Adobe Firefly
In the dark sediment of memory lie the ruins of a world never fully ours. Fragmentum gathers these spectral shards — visions torn from the abyss where myth and geology collapse into one another.
Each image is a relic, glowing as though dredged from the ocean floor, half-buried in silt, half-alive with breath. They are not depictions but hauntings: architectures eroded into ghost forms, echoes of a drowned civilization whose silence still reverberates.
Created in dialogue with machine vision, these works emerge from a threshold space — where algorithm becomes oracle, and the artist becomes cartographer of its hallucinations. Firefly’s spectral textures are not left to chance; they are cut, guided, reformed into a coherent lament.
The series belongs less to illustration than to archaeology of the unseen. It asks: What remains when language falters? What light persists beneath crushing depths? What songs still move through the stone-buried ruins of Atlantis?
Here, in this abyssal archive, the fragments themselves become the only surviving scripture.
