Nothing truly disappears.
Everything becomes part of what comes next.
Once, this was a boat.
It carried people across the water, shaped by human intention and purpose. Today, that purpose has faded. Nature has begun to reclaim it—not by erasing its past, but by building upon it.
To me, this is not a story of decay.
It is a moment of transformation.
The boat has become a place for plants to grow, for birds to rest, for water to reflect a different kind of life. Its original role has ended, yet its existence continues in another form.