

In this sanctuary of stone and shadow, where the whispers of ivy entwine with the cool caress of polished spheres, one might ponder: is it the artistry of nature or the nature of art that prevails in the heart of desolation?
In this sanctuary of stone and shadow, where the whispers of ivy entwine with the cool caress of polished spheres, one might ponder: is it the artistry of nature or the nature of art that prevails in the heart of desolation?