The mountain road twists and vanishes into layers of deep green. Mist swallows every trace of sound, leaving only silence. A fleeting frame captures an empty courtyard, ancient walls where time itself seems to have grown heavy.

 

In the mountains, I came across a weathered statue of a deity. Its gaze lowered, resting upon moss at its feet. As the sky darkened, one drop of rain fell like a tear on its face.

 

The courtyard remained still, yet life was quietly breathing. Grass sprouted from cracks in stone, moss shimmered against damp walls. Not a triumphal bloom, but a fragile, steadfast persistence.

 

In the moment of the god’s tear, the mountains, the wind, and the old stones held their breath. And life, unseen yet unyielding, quietly unfolded.

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Photographer | Shu​