JonathanLeo8

I step into a warm room. The small fire in the fireplace casts dancing light on the rounded walls of a converted cave. Everything seems lovingly designed down to the smallest detail: polished, carved wood, thick carpets, and cozy armchairs...

Standing on this hill, I look down at a fjord. Delicate misty veils lie like a soft blanket over it. Next to me are copal trees, their sticky blood running in patterns down the trunks. The scent of this resin mingles with...