The sacred river valley is flanked by immense Eucalyptus trees.

These giants are overshadowed on all sides by seemingly unreachably high mountains.

Yet some of those impossible high cliffs lodge images hidden in man-made caves that were wrought a half millennia ago – their caretakers fled, fearful of the slaughter and mindful of the plunder they carefully concealed their gods beyond the reach of the men on horseback.

Today the indigenous people farm the valley, growing maize, unaware that nearby mountain cairns are loaded with the hidden treasures of their history.

Generation after generation the blood and bones of men have returned to the earth.

The effigies lie silent: stone eyes, stone ears.