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I expected another climb up the slope, but Eric soon turned right and led me along one of the lower tiers that wrapped around the rocky island. The ‘basement’ story still lacked the luscious growth of the upper floors, but the tier made up for the lack of green by having gray. Lots of gray in the form of stone. Stone sculptures lined the upper hillside to our left, and stone benches were situated at even intervals on our right to take in the varied artistic endeavors.
The many artists had used their own unique style. There were classical sculptures, post-modern interpretation, and others I couldn’t recognize, but looked vaguely humanoid. The only thing they had in common was that everything had been built out of the very foundation of the island. Some of the larger statues, like
