Nothing Remains
A Story Told With Photographs
A sign in the distance beckons me.
Is there any point to this? It will do nothing; an ineffectual cure for a problem that doesn’t matter anymore.
A drunkard’s trash, cradled in a nest; the creature abandoned it long ago.
Ancient roots hide caves and crevices in the rock. The putrid smell of dead flesh keeps me away.
This path leads upwards, but I ignore it. There is nothing for me there.
A sharp purple catches my eye. What a dead place to find such a vivid color.
There are layers upon layers to this world.
Two monoliths obstruct my path. It is clear they are man-made, but for what purpose?
This is the border to another world, one I am not allowed to enter. The ground on the other side glows faintly. I long to touch it.
Chaos reigns over everything here. There is no escaping it; it is a matter of inevitability.
The gash reminds me of a flesh wound. It will only grow larger with the passage of time.
A warning is presented; it goes unheeded, as such an out of place thing should.
The symbol of a cult is hastily scrawled across the ground.
Not everything is consumed. Some structures still stand, for now.
Through the trees I see a dirt road. I watch for hours, but no one passes by.
What was once here is now gone. Nothing remains; there wasn’t anyone around to even remember it.
The tower is omnipresent, visible from all directions. Its purpose is a mystery to all of us.
This place rejects our kind. We are not welcome.
What a violent end.
A symbol of hope among the graves.
