Trees and bushes, lichen, and myriad living beings cling miraculously to ancient walls.
Intricate patterns swirl and dance in stone, hardened billions of years ago, still liquid.
Occasionally, shattered visages cascade into the black water.
Whales, fish, and mysterious creatures move in the deep.
The fjord is alive with vibrant sounds of sea, birds, insects, and wind.
Even the stone is in constant motion; but somehow all seems silent.
Above the black abyss, spirit forms emerge from within the stained, vertical walls.
We play our part.