All there is now is the sun shining through the stretched archways where once handsome windows would have once stood. What windows were there? What people were inspired in their glass shapes?
This building has stood so long without use or care, a testament to those that built it – the immortalisation of their being and existence still survives. But what forces tore this building apart – what hatred? What left this building of worship and solitude in such a mess?
How now only to the nature that has taken over it. Perhaps it’s now more beautiful this way than it was?
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