There is a portal here where everything moves and feels. Guardian eyes slowly slide over the facades and scan thoughts. Strange life is boiling below: An hourglass counts cycles: when the last grain falls, the world changes. Buildings are rebuilt, streets bend, as if checking if you are ready to enter. Crystal balls roll on both sides, shifting blocks, and somewhere around the turn a little magician disappears - his path always leads around the corner, where logic stops working. And next to him is a scene full of silence and meaning: a bone guide leans towards a boy, asking or explaining something. But then anxiety trembles in the air: the skeleton tenses, and the boy only shrugs in response.

A man stands in the center of a huge sundial. He is motionless, like a frozen hand, and only the shadow of the slowly sliding light reminds us that time still exists. His figure is like a symbol of the observer, the one who measures not minutes, but eternity. And a little further away is a small detail that attracts the eye: a cup of coffee. Its fine porcelain whitens among the stone structures. Smoke rises from the cup, swirling into spirals, as if repeating the orbits of the planets in the sky. It dissolves in the air, as a reminder: even in the world of miracles, there is a place for simple human rituals. But who left it here? The one who went beyond, or the one who will return? And music sounds above all this. The piano plays itself - light notes fall on stone and metal, creating the pulse of this city, where a pale planet with orbits breathes in the sky, like a sign of a great formula, and the stars float behind it. Suddenly a paper plane flies by - a tiny memory of a childhood dream. And one a small kitty is checking for every magic moments… You look at this world, and it looks at you. And with each second you understand: reality is left behind. Time flows differently here. Everything here is beyond imagination.