1/1 Arts: a private dream

Under the quiet light of the moon, a dream has found its way home. There are nights when the distance between longing and reality becomes almost invisible, when the things we carry silently inside us seem to step out of the shadows and take form. In those moments, the impossible does not feel strange; it feels familiar, as if it has been waiting somewhere beyond the ordinary world to be found. Perhaps some dreams are not meant to remain asleep, perhaps they are simply waiting for the right night to become real. 🦄

Medium: Colored Pencil