“What if I tell you that images from my dreams actually exist?
They smell like dusty roads on open grasslands,
they glow in the purple and orange light of sunrise,
and they sound like the rhythm of hooves blazing across the cracked, sun-dried earth.
We canter alongside wildebeests and zebras, the boundaries between wild and human blurring.
In that moment, there’s no distance between dream and reality - only the pulse of life, raw and unbridled. “

Words + Images @zhenyaswan