“Harsh” is the only word which describes the land.
Over thousand years of time lies in between the two hard leaves.
Burnt by the sun,
Dried, shrunk and torn into pieces.
But it grows, winding on the ground.
A decade is not long, but only a glimpse of time.
A precious thing exists inside the leaves where time is contained.
In a monster-like shape created over the unimaginable stretch of years,
Time becomes history and evidence.