REBIRTH
The debris of all those yesterdays.
The spark of life is waiting to be awakened. It was created to destroy and now without regrets it is the hope of the rebuilding of a new future
Note: Sometimes I wonder if there will be humans in these scenes, we never see them, although there are signs of their presence. Are they there, hidden? Or have we arrived too late and are they just memories that little by little are disappearing under the dust, into eternal oblivion? I still hope they are there.
The spark of life is waiting to be awakened. It was created to destroy and now without regrets it is the hope of the rebuilding of a new future
Note: Sometimes I wonder if there will be humans in these scenes, we never see them, although there are signs of their presence. Are they there, hidden? Or have we arrived too late and are they just memories that little by little are disappearing under the dust, into eternal oblivion? I still hope they are there.
