"Breathless, we observe the ruins" --- An hour of soft and modulated dark ambient music

Breathless, we observe the ruins,
Skeletons of a past we did not deserve.
The still, rusted sheets,
The icy ruins of flaking concrete.
We gaze upon the lost world,
Breathless, the ruins watch us in return.
We stand still, icy,
Like the flaking concrete.
Only an insect dares to challenge the stillness,
In search of the last flower.
Immobile among the ruins,
That flower hides from our guilty eyes.