Soul Garden

In the heart of our city, there stands a gathering place, a community hub of tender remembrance for victims of the plague that engulfed our world. A mystical labyrinth of sorrow and solace, its gold-strewn facade mesmerizes. Fluid metal rises from a reflecting pool like a celestial tribute to the fallen. Walls echo the whispers of a thousand souls, their stories woven into its metal fabric. Individuals gather, steps heavy with grief, but not without hope. After all, we are the survivors. We traverse the intricate paths, fingers grazing the smooth surfaces, seeking connection with others. 

As the sun sets, casting hues of gold and crimson upon its facade, a profound silence blankets the memorial. In this mystical hour, a communion of souls transpires, bridging the chasm between living and departed. Now that we are no longer isolated, lives intertwine, forever immortalizing those extinguished by the merciless hand of fate.