What if dreams aren’t projections of the brain, but brief visits to a world we cannot comprehend?

Dreams are elusive. You cannot reconstruct them, cannot retell them — the harder you try to grasp

them, the faster they dissolve. The afterlife, whatever name you give it, carries the same elusiveness.

This series is not a belief and not an explanation.

It is an attempt to give shape to the unknown:

to that moment when you wake with the feeling that you have been somewhere, but cannot remember where.

Is that the same moment that comes when you close your eyes forever?