Fragments of a Dream
In misty valleys veiled, a fleeting breath stirs, dreams linger between worlds, a quiet dance of shadows.
Nature’s brush strokes paint the landscape, each hue a memory, a story waiting in the breeze.
Between mountains and sky, time ceases to exist, as whispers run through the trees, a symphony of life.
In the midst of chaos, a glimmer of hope, a reminder that within each fragment, there lies a world, a heartbeat, a connection.
— Umberto Boccioni
- Umberto Boccioni