Flying over the city

From the heights of a dream, the city fragments into colors. The buildings become squares, rectangles, dancing lines. They are no longer streets, but vibrations; no longer roofs, but patterns of light laid out like geometric secrets.

Fuchsia, turquoise, emerald, lilac, and gold tones intertwine in a shifting, hypnotic, almost musical order. Here, we fly over an inner city, an emotional map where the eye hovers without ever colliding, guided by a gentle breeze and a gentle curiosity.