…On Mangup-Kalye, things had been changing for so long that no one could remember what they were like before. Who could imagine that once there had been houses and wine cellars, churches and mosques and kenessas? A whole city, buried now peacefully under flowers.
“What happened here? Where did they all go?” Mama looked out at the fathomless sky, framed by flowers and pale stone. She ran her fingers over the cave wall, and a piece of rock flaked away into her hand. There were delicate silvery spirals in it, the stone ghosts of sea shells or sea creatures. “Look, fossils! This must all have been underwater, once…”
From Dream Land