Mortality is beautiful here. Shards of rock from space, mighty skeletons, and ancient imprints fossilised. Eternity is incomprehensible, as we walk hand-in-hand around history posed neatly. How are we supposed to understand ourselves in all this vastness? How are we supposed to comprehend this vastness from ourselves? Everything is decay. We kiss under the aged bones of a blue wale, the might in the fragility of existence, hung above our heads.