This is neither night nor day; it is a space between sharp reality and soft dream.
In the borderland of sleep and wakefulness, the world sheds its conventional colors, and only the hidden truth remains. This frontier is a realm where the laws of physics are bent, and tired logic is put to rest.
In... this ethereal moment, all the Orange Roses within us begin to bloom. The roses, which were forced to remain buds during the day's clamor, now spread their petals, and their fragrance mingles with the turquoise essence of the night.
Look closely!
Here, ancient cocoons have broken, and butterflies are born, carrying the secrets of metamorphosis with them. They fly not towards a blinding light, but towards a profound peace—a peace that has settled in the eyes of a still woman.
She is the Queen of this borderland. Her spirit seems woven from the intricate threads of flowers, and with every beat of her heart, a butterfly leaps toward freedom. In the borderland of sleep and wakefulness, she is neither concerned with the past nor afraid of the future; she is simply submerged in the timeless moment of being.
Here, dreams begin to breathe, and we realize that the most beautiful truths are those seen not with the eyes, but with the soul. (more)
