
Nature softly absorbs the ruins of a once great civilization. The grass braids the bones, the flowers grow in the eye and the cracks of the ancient statues.
However, this is not destruction, but transformation, updating. Thus death and oblivion give way to wild but enchanting beauty.



These mundane ruins contain nostalgia as time has passed. The memory of greatness lives in every stone, every crack.

Although the past has gone away forever, it continues to live in the very heart nature.