Void-walker

An abandoned 16th century chapel lays in waste. Of what used to be a place of joy, merriment, and luxury; it has slowly degenerated as time crept by.
You can still see the cobblestones laid underneath the ruins, rough and crudely shaped to fit; a testament of its unwavering endurance.
Streaks of daylight splays across the nave, dancing and weaving itself through and between the crumbling stone columns; whilst filtering itself through the dust kicked up behind me, creating a kaleidoscope of colours.
Panes of century old windows lay cracked and damaged; whilst scattered across the barren wasteland.

Erratic Behaviour