A lone tree, skeletal and wasting, rises from the heart of the ruins like a spear through a wound. The roots wind their way through the crumbling stone, clutching them to itself—entwined like lovers dead in each other’s arms.
A lone tree, skeletal and wasting, rises from the heart of the ruins like a spear through a wound. The roots wind their way through the crumbling stone, clutching them to itself—entwined like lovers dead in each other’s arms.