In this boundless desert, creatures stand in silence, casting no shadows—an echo of Plato’s World of Forms, where existence is freed from the weight of the physical world, approaching a state of pure being. Time is suspended, light sifts through reality, allowing only the eternal essence to remain.
With a composition reminiscent of Baroque grandeur, life is arranged in an almost sacred order, as if unveiling truths beyond the cave. Are they remnants of a vanished world, or the first inhabitants of a new one? As perception and reality intertwine, the meaning of the Apocalypse emerges—destruction is not an end, but a passage to a higher existence.
