When we were in our other house we have their an old Map that shows the Terschelling an island in the northern Netherlands, one of the West Frisian Islands. On that map the area of sunken ships. The map is in our corridor and every time I have to stop and think about those people who were on the ship.

Seeing that digital Art I thought about such place and that is my story:

It was many years ago so that nobody knows exactly when, but it was once a majestic blooming golden city, with happy people, good harvest and it seems like the God has his protecting hand over those people. But time started to change and it was more rainy days then sun, so people built up bigger buildings like two pyramids that would be protecting them, they stay inside and forgot about everything outside, even have not noticed huge water mass that completely drown the city. One night, the windows gave away and the whole water went into the buildings and people drown in their sleep, peacefully, did not realizing what happened. The souls of the people left their bodies but did not want to leave the city, they decided to stay there, it was no matter if there is water around or not the souls were ghosts. The city became ghost city, but still happy ghosts that is why their were shining that lively light blue colors of their clear souls, caught in the eternity of deep water in their golden city...

Hope you like it :)