Antioch

Seventeen years later, she looked out of her life and saw the ruins. Walls, windows, carpet, draperies, furnishings and decorations, all impeccable, immaculate, brilliant. So brilliant they shimmered. And outside a landscape without blemish, groomed and curried and massaged to perfection. Wind and water, tree and sky shimmering. And all at once it faded and crumbled and was nothing but ashes under ashes under ashes. Things has never been more beautiful.