It's actually quite a moving piece, as it captures the pure essence of sand reflecting the gloriously golden autumn sun. Some may claim this to be a post pragmatist piece, but I personally think it to be from the late romantic era, with a touch of the gilded age; actually, the autumn probably represents the dying of one era, implying the beginings of another, but obviously is not yet in sight.
A positive addition to any house owned by a moogle!
I disagree, Lucius. I feel as though this piece represents the cycle of life, death and rebirth, which with one we cannot have another. Consider the light source coming from the distance and the darkness forming on the foreground. This represents the ever perpetual curse of death as it envelops all that lay before it. And yet, there is hope.
