In the soft, grainy light of a world between waking and sleeping, two hands reach across an unseen divide. One descends from the cloudy heavens, the other rises from the dark below, their fingers straining for a touch that is never met. From the very heart of this longing, a single, magnificent lotus blooms, its petals catching the ethereal light, its long stem the only anchor in the haze. Within this suspended moment, ghostly reflections shimmer at the edges of sight, echoes of other selves in other worlds, all witnessing the beautiful, impossible connection.
