There's something about ancient objects that fascinates me. The fact that these people used what materials they had, with basic tools, and created wonders. How they took the time to carve spellbinding spirals, or to draw intricate illustrations. How they filled each creation with care and wonder, sculpting delicate figurines or writing eternal epic poems. And how these objects seem to outlast time, becoming immortal. Most are as good as new, passing through the ages without a blemish. The people who made them are gone, but here they still breathe, dead but living forever, in these echoes of the past.