Domus

Deep within the city lies an untouched void. A taboo that we turn away from; a disconnect from our grasp of reality. There lie the souls of children, taken too early from their time on Earth. In this interventional memorial, the city grieves, and begin a discussion on death, life, and remembrance. Congregating around a soft, glowing hearth, they share their stories, fears, and struggles. As the city ascends to the heavens, a columbarium awaits them, protecting the urns of the children. A glass chimney pierces through the atrium, washing the space with a warm, comforting glow. With the strength they have found together, the city pays respect to their children, living through memory.

This is the domus: the home of our children.