Wood, or wood? and, perhaps, the tree of life? this landscape devoid of meaning, we will be able to fill ourselvesWood, or wood? And, perhaps, the tree of life? This landscape devoid of meaning, we will be able to fill ourselves
An endless green meadow turning into a forest near the horizonAn endless green meadow turning into a forest near the horizon
Sunset over the silent lake, at the surface of the ghostly waterSunset over the silent lake, at the surface of the ghostly water