The Modular Reverie

In a space where walls breathe, the transparent whispers of light dance upon surfaces like forgotten memories. A fireplace, a heart, pulses warmth as if to remind us of cities unseen, while shadows play in the corners, waiting to be reassembled into stories yet untold.

In a space where walls breathe, the transparent whispers of light dance upon surfaces like forgotten memories. A fireplace, a heart, pulses warmth as if to remind us of cities unseen, while shadows play in the corners, waiting to be reassembled into stories yet untold.