The Master and Margarita
From the album “Watercolors by Enrico Riposati”
The mountains turned the Master's voice into thunder, and this same thunder destroyed them. The accursed rocky walls fell. Only the platform with the stone chair remained. Above the black abyss into which the walls had gone, an immense city lit up with its sparkling idols reigning over it, above a garden that had grown luxuriantly over many thousands of these moons.