In a place where clocks melt and skies whisper, nothing is quite what it seems. This surreal gallery drifts through dreams and impossibilities—where logic dissolves, and meaning is left to the eye.

In those days of intertwined steel and steam, the ocean was no longer a secret, but the journey itself became legend

When cities sink and whales swim between skyscrapers, our civilization becomes a fairytale for ocean creatures

When the world reduces to simplicity, we finally see the real choice: remain in the known gray, or step into undefined emptiness

In the abandoned natatorium, silence became another shade of green—collecting echoes of splashes that would never again disturb its surface

The city grew vertical until my mattress became just another ledge among countless others—each holding sleeping bodies like rare specimens

Between floors 1200 and 1500 is where the best noodle shops hover—just follow the steam and the ancient scent of spices through rivers of neon and exhaust

Where urban dreams shimmer behind veils of rain, and solitude finds comfort in the glow of a million distant lights.