A presence ancient and unnameable unfolds, with arms reaching like echoes through a velvet void as each gesture becomes a rite. Light clings to fabric like memory to bone, not forming a figure but conjuring a force where ritual becomes rebirth and rupture. A series by Jiwoong Choi.
The dreamers
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I prefer when the word "together" means not "a million" but just the three of us. A story photographed by Sonia Szóstak.
