You sit in the halls of an empty tower, taking refuge from the uncertain dusk outside. Unsure of where you are, you look at the white trees and carved marble petals that stretch out endlessly in front of you. Expertly crafted blades of granite grass decorate the side of the path you walk along; you are careful to not tarnish any one of the billions of sculptures that make up this vast, priceless, and false greenhouse.
This is simply a redux of one of my older songs, Peace of a Foreign Oasis. Obviously, I couldn't name it the same thing, but I find the title still fitting.
However, despite it being a redo of an older song, I find the actual structure/theory behind it MUCH improved, and it has much more depth to it. Hope you enjoy :D