Sense

This residence is located in the very center of the city. It is noisy in the evenings because it is the main place for celebrations. But behind that residence, a whole other world opens up. No pathos, no audience. A stone staircase, seemingly going nowhere. But beyond it is a path that leads deep into the depths - like a page of an old diary, where trees instead of letters. The old trunks whisper through the centuries: "We remember when there were no people here, but only the wind"

photographer, graphic designer and just a crypto enthusiast

It's like two parallel worlds — one for holidays, the other for silence and memory. I want to walk along this path and listen to what the trees are whispering. 1005 $DEGEN