My intention with this object was to manifest the feeling of discovering a hidden treasure. An artefact marked by time— still holding beauty through its scars. The destruction revealed another layer. A gate. The true focus the figures were pointing toward all along. A metaphor for life itself. Sometimes destruction is not an end, but a passage— unveiling the divine self within. Pure. Luminous. Responsive to the observer. This layer remains concealed from those not ready, or unwilling, to see. This piece carries a fragment of my soul.