Par mums

In a world where time folds and reality bends, rustic bread loaves hang suspended in a whimsical raindrop universe. The noon sky, a canvas of brooding grays, mirrors the somber mood, while rain cascades softly, lending an air of tranquil sadness. Each loaf, reminiscent of forgotten memories, warps and twists, challenging the boundaries of form. The streets below mirror the clouds above, puddles reflecting a dreamscape, as the figure, a haunting specter of longing, gestures toward the bread; a symbol of comfort now distant and unreachable. This scene captures the fragile interplay of desire, nostalgia, and the bittersweet nature of existence — a melancholic reverie caught in a moment of rain.