"Wakefulness "
Some nights feel like walls closing in—hours stretching heavy, every thought a burden, the body sinking deeper into exhaustion without relief. These are nights , where the mind fights itself in silence. But other sleepless nights unfold differently. They open like secret rooms—unexpectedly bright, alive with ideas, visions, and fragments of magic. In these hours, creativity finds its own architecture: patterns, connections, and dreams built while the world is asleep. This title reflects both: the nights that drain us, and the nights that gift us something extraordinary, shaping invisible structures in the dark.
"Wakefulness "
Some nights feel like walls closing in—hours stretching heavy, every thought a burden, the body sinking deeper into exhaustion without relief. These are nights , where the mind fights itself in silence. But other sleepless nights unfold differently. They open like secret rooms—unexpectedly bright, alive with ideas, visions, and fragments of magic. In these hours, creativity finds its own architecture: patterns, connections, and dreams built while the world is asleep. This title reflects both: the nights that drain us, and the nights that gift us something extraordinary, shaping invisible structures in the dark.
60 x 60
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