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| A tunnel of glass, holding more than it shows. |
It feels like looking through layers of myself: the present contained by the past, the future contained by the present. Each shape holding the next, each version shaping the one that follows.
Behind it all, the city fades into blur.
Sometimes the world only makes sense through the frame you choose to look through.
Location: Home, Dubai.
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