In a realm of white, where time stands still,An antique globe rests, atop the hill.Its surface aged, with tales of yore,Echoing journeys, and continents explored.Brass meridians, and faded lands,Marking epochs, with meticulous hands.Each ocean wave, each mountain tall,Whispers of adventures, that once did befall.Isolated, yet in its essence profound,The clipping path ensures its details are sound.And beneath its weight, a shadow lies,A testament to time, under sunlit skies.

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拍攝者： Lorenzotacinelli