Years go by, the sun goes down again, workers don't return, the horses are absent, and the sowing runs out. Walls age, color fades, and the spaces occupied by vegetation hold stories of forgotten events.

The evolution was inevitable. Work changed, and the spaces were modified, but the essence remains.

Now the purpose is different. People come to remember forgotten stories and to recognize the importance of walls carrying the place's memories. There are new encounters, new stories are told, and the plants that will revive the landscape are planted.

Every morning, color returns to the walls that patiently wait to reveal its memories and protect those searching for the place "Where the Sun Rises."

- Santa María Kinchil