What has happened here? What great ruin! Here lie the desolate remains of a house, all fallen and empty. Here dwell spiders, their webs stretched between broken walls. Here scurry little beetles under the rotting floor. Ah, a life, a hare hops by. He knows no more than I about the people here before, about the history of this destruction. Yet I know there was something. I feel the ghosts pass me by. He hops by and chews a flower, unaware of what came before.
What dreams are left in the fallen house? What stories are told of this ruin?
Tale Told 