What noise did the big tree make when it hit the carpet of moss? Are the other trees still mourning, or did they celebrate the fall of their god? Perhaps the big tree tried to rest his top on other trees’ tops while he fought against death, or maybe he called for help from familiar logs who looked the other way without trying to hide it. Suddenly, the trees of the labyrinthine wood gave up on the empire that had once sheltered them. Now, lying on the ground, with its ancient glory all exposed, the empire reveals its vulnerability to moss, to ants, to the dense and clean water that filters through the ruins of the past. And every little ant bite and every single drop of water that falls into this organic grave carry with them a note on the scale, a vision of all that once was.The trees from the labyrinthine wood gave up on the empire that had once sheltered them.