Pillars

This is the story of ruins frozen in silent water. Once majestic supports, now mutilated by time, like hands of the past, trying to touch nothingness. Their silhouettes sprout from the surface of the water, like memories that gradually dissolve in the endless wasteland. The water surrounding them is like a thick fog, absorbing the boundaries of reality. There is no time here, only boundless silence, which seems to absorb even the very thought of movement.