Scenery, on the outside it is very quiet and calming but in reality in the soil, bones and ruins tell us what has been living here before. The tree stands thick and deeply rooted, a witness to centuries, its roots holding on the forgotten. Insects crawl through history’s veins. Apples fall, soft and unceremonious, and from their surrender, new life rises. The alien leans against the tree trunk, like she is looking for safety or comfort. With that comfort, she is gazing the sky. Under the half moon’s cold silver, as the comet crosses the sky, the drawing whispers: everything leaves something behind. Some of it turns to dust. Some of it grows back into the world.