An altar built from the remains of forgotten lives, watched over by a figure that seems older than death itself. The skulls represent the countless souls that once walked this earth, each carrying a story, a desire, and the illusion of permanence. Now, their identities have faded, leaving behind a haunting reminder of our shared fate. The horned figure stands above them like an ancient god, a symbol of the power that outlasts every empire, every belief, and every human ambition. In the end, everything we build returns to dust. Only the cycle remains.