Karabakh over the centuries

On a clear night, the cliff tops of the Karabakh plateau are clothed in a luxurious wrap of a myriad bright stars. Diamond crowns glisten in the black velvet sky, indifferent in their perfection to all human passions. Their cold, miraculous beauty is untouched by war, invasion or disease. Even all-powerful Time fails to breach their peace: their lives extend almost to eternity...