In an invisible border between waking and fantasy, he is immersed in the arms of purple mist. His eyes are closed, as if he feels an unstable moment between light and darkness. A transparent fabric is stretched like a curtain between him and reality, while the soft glow of his face tells a whisper of unfinished dreams.
Is this moment a reality or a fantasy? Maybe, only in your eyes, the truth will be revealed...
Rodeyo
