Beyond the edge of the known,
there’s a city of pink buildings ,
not earthly, not imagined,
but real in their own logic.
Their stairs make no sound,
their doors open with thought.
We are going,
without maps, without words,
to meet the Aliens,
those who watch our dreams
through silver layers of space.
There, colors aren’t beautiful ,
they’re alive.
Paris | 2025
