There is a beauty in the stillness of life without life. where there is an absentee of life yet the remnant of a vibrant moment remains, the feelings, emotions can be felt but almost as a vapor or a smoke in the atmosphere that remains.
You don’t need to write it or tell the story, it tells its own story. It remains throughout time and the story never changes unlike the oral tradition of story telling.
It is what it is one for all.