Textures, made out of long hours of work, purity, accuracy, imagination. It holds within itself the sole dream of a person long gone in the wind. The hours of hard work of a person who probably died halfway through the work ; eyes filled with dreams of seeing it complete. The art that makes each living soul wonder about the way it was made, the way it was put up together at a time where technology was not even a mere thought. The everlasting beauty that holds within itself the sacrifices of people gone by. There is a story behind every texture. A story we will never comprehend but will always wonder about.