Sometimes, on the border between sleep and wakefulness, have you ever felt a shiver from somewhere else? That moment when the wind smells of unknown forests, shadows seem to move on their own, and for a second—just a second—you see something that shouldn’t exist.
Here you will find fragments of that world. 

I’m not asking you to believe it. I’m just asking you to look, and feel that little jolt at the back of your throat.