Eyes are closed, open to ancient fantasies, The habit of the lonely will turn into nothing: The great monarch will subject their madness to punishment, The theft of treasures before the temples.

The scene is filled with divine light and serenity. In front of the temples, glowing with gold and marble, stands a solitary figure with closed eyes. Their face is focused, as if they are lost in ancient dreams. Around them, fragments of golden treasures gently float, like butterflies disappearing into ...

heavenly sunshine beams divine bright soft focus holy in the clouds