Shuffling footsteps on cotton candy clouds, collage remnants of sunlit days. The horizon is painted with forgotten mirages; we stand on the edge of eternity, where time folds in on itself and laughter spills without a source. Dewy memories cling to the fabric of our thoughts, each droplet a universe of what once was and what might never return.
Shadows dance in the periphery, familiar yet unknown. They tell stories with gestures, sweeping arcs that write unspoken words upon the twilight. Your hands brush through these ethereal forms, leaving trails of dreams like starlit constellations shaping new legends. We are wanderers in a gallery of futures, pondering the art of fading moments.
A clock tower stands, ivy-clad monument to forgotten hours, its hands spinning aimlessly. You reach out, fingers grazing the unyielding stone, seeking solace in the cold embrace of permanence. Memories unravel like ribbons in the wind, tales of love letters unsent and postcards lost to time's relentless tide. Each whisper a fragment, each silence a promise unmade.
Open Doors - Follow the footsteps...
Echo Spirals - A journey back through the spiral.
Frames - Captured moments, frame by frame.