Memorium

In Memorium, the wind whispers stories of the past. Dried apricots are traded for memories of first loves, and the scent of old parchment wafts through the narrow alleys. In the center of the city, a great conservatory stands, its glass walls reflecting the lives of those who have come before. The spiral staircases twist upward, ending in mid-air, where one can sit and listen to the apples falling all around them, wasting their sweetness. At dusk, the city comes alive with the sound of whispers, as the past is shared among the citizens. In Memorium is a place where time stands still, yet memories are constantly being made and passed down through generations.