From the cycle “Presence in the Ruins: The Shifting City”
The first sign of life was sound – not music, but the rustling of leaves against old ivory. A grand piano sat in a roofless ballroom, its hollow filled with soil and rainwater. Ferns and lavender grew from its body, playing seasons instead of notes.
A breeze moved through the leaves, and for a moment, I heard the faint suggestion of a chord – not the past returning, but the future beginning.
Feb 23
Feb 23, 2026 at 3:44 PM UTC
From the cycle “Presence in the Ruins: The Shifting City”
The first sign of life was sound – not music, but the rustling of leaves against old ivory. A grand piano sat in a roofless ballroom, its hollow filled with soil and rainwater. Ferns and lavender grew from its body, playing seasons instead of notes.
A breeze moved through the leaves, and for a moment, I heard the faint suggestion of a chord – not the past returning, but the future beginning.
From the cycle “Presence in the Ruins: The Shifting City,” where each district reveals a different way the past transforms into something living.
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