1.793 Tirohanga
It is cold and dark. In between surreal waves and the morning haze, we catch a glimpse of the emerging glows. The sea breeze wiggles and writhes, twisting and turning, embracing the shore under its steady growl. And on the sand, a young man stares into the far end of the ocean.
Tuku: Jun 11, 2024
Rima: 1 meneti
Reo: No Language
Studio: Gobelins
Whenua: France
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