My accidental discovery of a forgotten monastery in the Bulgarian mountains has me puzzled.

I was driving through the Rhodopes and took a detour down a dirt road, stumbling upon these ancient ruins with no visitors or caretakers. It's beautiful but eerily silent, and I can't decide if it's sad that it's forgotten or a blessing that it's untouched. How do you all feel about places that time seems to have left behind?

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