It is a light that cannot decide whether it is being born or fading away. Colors gather like emotions trying to speak, yet stopping just before becoming words. The horizon trembles — perhaps from warmth, perhaps from memory, perhaps from something still on its way.

The dark lines at the edge of the glow resemble thoughts returning from unknown places. And the reflection… it may be water, it may be remembrance, it may be only a moment that never had time to become anything more.

The doors open — and everyone who looks steps into a different room.