"“Wherever they might be they always remember that the past was a lie, that memory has no return.”"

"(Gabriel García Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude)"

Those who look at it will remember the woman at the roots, learning that the first taste of freedom is also the first taste of irreparable loss.

They will see the warrior who has won his vengeance, stands over his enemy and feels his triumph ring hollow because love is no longer there to hear it.

They will notice the old king walking into a dragon’s fire as if leaning into the last verse of his own song.

They will find a knight on a lonely shore who discovers that loyalty sometimes means abandoning the last light of an age back into the waters of oblivion.

They will pass the usurper king who has everything and trusts no one, who sits in the middle of his own prophecy, surrounded not by glory but by the slow rust of fear.

They will remember the thin, ridiculous knight who would rather be broken by his dream than "fixed" by the world.

They will reach the young man with the perfect face and the ruined soul, staring at a picture that knows him better than he knows himself.

And if they lift their eyes higher, they will see a lonely Traveler walking the long path by which art turns the world into a stage for knowledge.

This project is a journey, a single arc told through seven tragedies.

At the base, the self first awakens with Eve, reaching for untouched freedom and first taste of consequences.