Sketchbook #410

Towering above the underground rivers the archaic fountain, the place of cult to water, now rest under the rotten trees. Cleansing the roots of the Earth the veins of the oldest goodness, Mother of Nature and Life radiating lines of energy towards the Universe. Ancestral warnings, the black Sun over the dawn hidden behind the fields of ferns the sacred womb. Enslaved by the ancient lineage dead in time. Hidden by modern society ashes is all that remains.