Once a grand city, Tikal was the centre of a mighty Mayan empire. Numerous ant colonies have conquered its once sacred squares. Their proud priests long forgotten, their great kings buried deep in their own ruins. Once, accessible only to the Gods and their servants, it's lofty temples are now disturbed by inquisitive tourists and mindless monkeys. Tourists now take photos and have picnics on it's sacred terraces.
Nothing is sacred any more.
Nothing is private any more. Palaces and mansions of the rich and mighty now allow all kinds of animals to trespass. As grand monuments become mausoleums, their outer beauty fades with time. As ruins, they acquire a strange kind of beauty, fired by their inner grandeur. Coarse stones, smooth carvings and soft dirt.