The morning whispers secrets through the luminescent fog, where every beam of light transforms the ordinary into forgotten dreams.
Listen closely to the echoes of a world waking, but not quite ready to rise. An unseen voice calls out, tracing patterns in the air with invisible ink.
Follow the melodyAmong the shadows, brief flickers of memories materialize, each one a soft luminescent touch against the stark reality of day. Do you see them?
Catch the light