The strength of stone rests upon the fragility of a leaf.
The city breathes across a skin of leaves, whispering that everything—even what we imagine to be immortal—fades with time. Domes and facades, once rigid and unyielding, soften when held by such a delicate, organic surface, offering a quiet meditation on impermanence.
Each leaf becomes a small mirror, a portal through the organic and the transient, every vein carrying the weight of stone and the memory of centuries.
