nature always inspires in my every work. memories of the beautiful nature of green, including the clear flow of water in every river that has existed for thousands of years, now all just a memory. green land that has been switching many functions, riverspolluted, and some even drought due to the source of its springs in exploitation. now the beauty of my nature can only be enjoyed in the dream of my mass memories of the ancient river that is now lost.
the dream I describe in the form of a large rock that seems to have a gateway to the time dimension between this time to the memory of my masalal .