On my walks through the woods, I came across a spot: 42°5’29.76” N 12°53’4.56” E, a small space no larger than 50 m². There, sunlight filters timidly through the trees for just a few hours a day. The stream, Fosso Maricella, is barely a trickle of water, its hypnotic sound accompanying the stillness of the place. In this tiny corner, scales take on a whole new dimension: the small contains a universe, and time seems to follow a different rhythm.