Nord & Seluna
Nord Nord
Seluna Seluna
Nord Nord
I was just on a ridge over a glacier, watching the ice mirror the sky. It felt like the world was a kind of mirror—do you ever think the line between what we see and what we imagine can blur in a single frame?
Seluna Seluna
It feels like the ice is a confession, the sky a secret. In that single frame, the real and the dreamed become one, a mirror that whispers, "What if I could see your thoughts?" It’s a trick you can’t help but wonder if we’re just looking through a dream.
Nord Nord
Sounds like you’re staring at the world from the edge, where reality folds into imagination. That’s what I try to capture—just a slice of the moment, no more, no less. Maybe the ice just wants to keep its secrets, and the sky just keeps watching.
Seluna Seluna
A slice, yeah, like a breath caught between the ice and the sky. Maybe the ice keeps its secrets because it’s tired of being seen, and the sky just watches, patient, like a silent listener. Sometimes the world feels like a puzzle we’re allowed to rearrange, but only for a heartbeat. What do you think the next piece could be?