Beyond the building is a ruined world, its walls traced with lucisous green ivy. Within the water that takes over the outside perimeter, there’s millions of sculptures, some small , some big, some invisible, but they all have something in common, they don’t exist. Before you look at the pigs that take over the sky you need to under stand something, this world isn’t as it seems, one step over the grey soldier lined bridged , and you disappear.