The first flicker of an ‘Orphanage’ illuminated a path, a place where echoes often linger. Then, a ‘Rock Wall’ rose, hinting at the structure and material of what we sought, though it was but a fragment of the whole. Finally, a ‘Tiny Box’ appeared, a vessel perhaps for forgotten things, yet its size and nature felt far removed from the grand desolation we imagine. The campfire crackled, a silent judge of how close we truly are.