A crazy dream of a single Emperor weathered now, an amazing pile of rubble in the shadow of mighty silver trees What happend here, which force, which spirit first imagined these palaces and pyramids and temples? Which lunatic power made the crazy dream become real and manifest here a millenium ago, in just 20 years? A stone robot head - fallen - neither laughs nor to smiles A tree with a burned out trunk yet green treetop And that very spirit is omnipresent…