The sky has divided the world.
On one side, the heavy, muted sweep of clouds stretching their shadows; on the other, a pure azure surrendering to the sun. At the heart of this duality, the sun reigns supreme. Brushing against the horizon, it pours a trail of pure gold onto the water—a vibrant wake of light that seems to pierce the liquid mirror. All is silence, perfect balance, and vastness. A suspended moment, right there, in between—where the fading day meets the awakening night.
