Life is all one continuous story and we’re just the latest characters within it.
The old straight track from the spring leads to this now collapsed tomb, the burial place of a simpler age.
Some 5000 years have passed since the bones of a warrior or priestess were laid here in honor of a life well spent.
What remained of them has long passed to dust, their kingdoms reduced to piles of stones and memories remain only on the edges of ancient folk tales.
Perhaps it is a fancy though, but upon the black winds of night can the keening voices of these ancestors still be heard, lamenting the loss of their loved ones across this great chasm of time?
Photo: Stone Age tomb on the mountain. Courtesy of the author.