The shadow of the winged figure. I see its shadow all the way down.

It floats on the surface of the water.

A sculpted flat shape of a winged figure fighting another figure. Martial. Twelve or so feet across. Flatter than a bas relief. The color of orange rusted iron but thin, and it took the sculpting like a different kind of metal. Once fine detail blunted with age, with long exposure to the most irresistible solvent, water. The feathers, fine lines in the wings. Suitable for a shield, but not round. The silhouette formed by the reach of the outstretched wings.

Huge, ancient manmade pool. Stone edge, blocks of stone decayed in some places. Old trees with branches looming. Water clear like ripply glass, so the depths are visible. Bottom quarry-like in some places and smooth and sandy in some places. I can see every grain of sand.