l’edizione 10. surreal 🔊 [ ON ]
it floats, a quiet pulse in the air,
shifting like a thought you can’t quite catch.
colors melt into each other, soft and alive,
whispering stories only you can hear.

it feels like a memory,
half-formed, half-forgotten,
waiting for you to name it.
you stand still, and it moves,
not asking for answers,
just inviting you to feel.