Cemetery

An old cemetery, hidden deep in the forest.

I stumbled upon it by chance — overgrown with moss, almost entirely taken over by nature. Although time has erased most traces, it's still clear that this used to be a fairly large cemetery. The gravestones scattered among the trees are abandoned, many toppled, some nearly sunk into the ground. The stone slabs are covered with cracks and the scars of time, and the inscriptions on them are barely legible — as if even the memory of those people has begun to fade.

And yet this place used to be alive with emotion. People came here to say goodbye to their loved ones. There were tears, prayers, flowers, and candles. Someone whispered a final word, someone else knelt in contemplation. Now only silence remains, broken by the rustle of leaves and the cawing of crows.

That's how it all ends.

Great emotions, important words, human dramas — in time everything passes and is covered by a layer of earth, dust, and oblivion. Only the forest remains. And silence.