no crickets...

no emperors...
no concubines...
you can feel the history... but not the stories...
Palace of Heavenly Purity...
Hall of Preserving Harmony...
Palace of Earthly Tranquility...
Hall of Union...
Hall of Mental Cultivation...
names made of beautiful words... give birth to an immense scale of spaces... where... you become terribly small... all becomes profoundly empty... and the deep silence is only interrupted by the tourists camera flashes...