In the fragile space between dream and waking, figures emerge — elongated, slender, like tongues of fire or bodiless guardians. Their silent faces carry fragments of stories, echoes of memories that belong to no one and yet to everyone at once.

They are born of light and color, gathering in the flow only to dissolve again, leaving behind a trace of crimson and fiery shimmer. These are the spirits that come in dreams tender and unsettling, bearing hidden signs, vanishing in the very moment when awakening pulls the gaze away from their world.