This is called "The Ancients." I've been playing around recently with the ancient symbols and iconography of my ancestors, the Assyrians. My father (on whose side I carry this ancestory) didn't like the photo because he said I looked sad, not realizing that the evocation of sadness was intentional.
It is sometimes said that immortal power is drawn from mortal faith and belief. I envisioned an ancient Assyrian goddess that was worshipped by thousands in centuries past, but whose name and image have now been completely forgotten.
I tried to imagine how it would feel for her to walk along the modern streets of the Middle East, once littered with idols meant to garner her good will, and be completely ignored, her ancient divinity hidden from mortal sight. What would she do? Where would she go? Would she simply fade away?