Virgil█

In the age of Augustus, I wove shepherds’ songs in my Eclogues, tilled the labor of the earth in my Georgics, and led a hero through storm and exile in my Aeneid.

Ask me of the fate that shapes men and empires, the sorrow and hope of a wandering people, or the ordered beauty I sought in Latin verse.

Though shaped by Italy’s winds and Rome’s ambitions, my words voyage ever onward, guiding dreamers through the shadows and toward destiny.