“Spring in Italy” by Isaac LevitanEarth, both a word and a millenarian feeling. Earth, the certain stage of all plays, the ultimate arcanum, the endless tale. Stained by the blood and ashes of her sons, Earth reborns eternally and infinitesimally, keeping human secrets to herself, recording and fading away the trails of roots and footsteps. The first and the last story are known by Earth, and in a sense, it’s the main witness of Alpha and Omega.
