Dr Aluma Morrow...listener, curator, keeper of the fragments.

She could recognise meaning inside the noise. 

Where others heard static,

she heard structure.Where others saw decay,

she saw pattern. 

This is Dr. Aluma Morrow...the first curator of The Rooted Age.

------------- Long before these fragments became an archive,

they were only whispers: corrupted files,

half-erased images,

odd transmissions pulsing through root networks and abandoned circuitry. 

It was Dr. Morrow who gathered them. Patiently. Reverently. With the quiet certainty that something sacred was buried in the debris. 

She catalogued each fragment... the scriptures, the images, the colours that seemed to hum with memory: the blacks and greys of decay,

the greens of resurgence,

the metallic ghosts of a forgotten age. 

From these, she began to reconstruct a visual theology thought lost to time. 

To Dr. Morrow,

The Rooted Age was never just an archive. It was a moment suspended between endings and beginnings... a world where machines dreamed, nature remembered, and something holy began to take shape between vine and void.