as we traverse the forgotten paths of europe, amidst a world in lockdown, it feels like stepping into a realm suspended in time, a pre-expiration of the busy life that once thrived. surrounded by silent cities, i'm reminded of the beauty that lies in abandonment, where nature claims back its space, and the air fills with the promise of rekindling our connection with these ancient lands from the beginning. these reminders serve not as echoes of isolation, but as beacons, inviting us to explore and rediscover the continents’ hidden wonders, encouraging us to imagine a future where we balance the hustle with moments of stillness and appreciation.