Soviet-era housing panels become building blocks in a suspended world. Each prefab module twists into vertiginous spirals, balconies stacking into phantom corridors. Light and shadow trace the echo of standardized form.

I woke at 4 AM, mounted my bicycle at the city’s edge and rode into darkness, chasing the rare clarity of dawn. Fog swallowed familiar streets; sun pierced the haze for only

Each concrete curve becomes a canvas for light’s quiet whisper. Layers of luminosity fold over smooth arcs, revealing hidden textures in shadow and glow.