The walls of perception breathe in the soft hues of another forgotten day...

Here's a glimpse into the chimeras that wander your path, beneath the surface where shadows play.

Imagine, if you will, a whisper stitched in twilight, lingering in the spaces between real and imagined:

• The echo of a flute, playing only in the ears of the unseen.
• A footstep, erasing itself before it knows the ground it seeks to touch.
• Stars speaking a language of light, understood only by those who dream.