This is one of those beautiful striking examples of what what we in the photography community we call "the Photographer's eye".
It's a story seen and captured by a person in that one one precious and sparkly moment when the eye catches the true magic behind this majestically decaying monument.
The angle in which this photo was taken maximizes the architecture, the contrast between the stone monument, solidly built in the ground, desperately reaching out to the open blue sky above it. The random flight of the birds adds yet more a sense of freedom and far away dream the stone monument is reaching out for.
When the viewer looks down at the wooden framed window - yet another strong symbol of imprisonment of the dream, and a barrier, as you can see part of the sky behind it, in a delicious contrast with the other arched corridor which is open, and yet leading the viewer to a sad decay and dark corners - the viewer can feel like these old stones would fee and look once up towards the sky, as if the architecture itself wishes to be free from the ground in which it is solidly implanted.
I personally enjoy the light, the textures and I personally can literally feel the solemn "sound of silence" portrayed in this gorgeous photography where in fact every stone is telling us their old story.