Hm, I've been raking my head night and day! But I guess I'm not as eloquent in my language as I would need to be to describe what this means to me. The light, ever so subtle, gives the ruins an almost gold-like tint in my imagination; the beauty in what is lost, like memories, fading but still with the power to inspire awe and melancholy for times gone by. Heh, as Woody Allen put it; Ozymandias-melancholia. The figure of the lady is stunning, her dress seemingly morphs her into the ruin; a lone witness to a civilization come and gone, left to observe the inevitable decay of a dead people and the life that takes its place, which gazes back with its own sense of wonder at what once was. Grandiose, absolutely beautiful; it brought tears to my eyes. It affected me more deeply than what I dare speka.
If I were to go into more depth I'm sure I could write a thousand words on this! No more though, that's the word limit for pictures, you know. =/
And hey, when inspiration strikes there's naught that can be done until the idea is out into the world! I'm glad that this is what you drew, after seeing it I can't actually imagine what else you could have done, heh.
I see a rather lonely woman being greeted by an old friend who may or may not be her pet I dunno, doesn't look sad to me? With that lighting it looks like the dawn of a new day with her buddy returning to her