The desert exudes a profound sense of timelessness. Within this landscape, dreams seem to be of a different texture, more vivid, often paired with an element of dread. Many nights when the hot air hung heavy, saturated by scents of decay and parched exhaustion, I've found myself slipping into rooms of bones and corpses, haunted by venomous serpents.

I seek the twilight, it is here where I aim to touch upon a threshold between life and death, remembering and forgetting, the archaic and ritualistic notes, and the haunted and sublime dimensions.