INKOTECH sept 24 rec live

After days lost in the pulse of the party, you finally collapse onto your bed as the afternoon sun streams through the window. Your eyes flutter shut, and you find yourself drifting away, falling backward into a field of wildflowers that stretch to the horizon. The scent of freedom fills the air, a familiar fragrance from a childhood summer-almost too real to be a dream.
As you fall deeper into this soft, fragrant abyss, the boundaries between past, present, and future dissolve. Memories flicker by like old film reels, grainy yet vivid: the joy of running barefoot through a meadow, the thrill of first love, the uncertainty of what comes next. It's as if you’re living every moment simultaneously, a child and an adult, the future wide open and the past still whispering its secrets.
Colors swirl around you, vibrant and surreal, merging with fleeting thoughts of life, existence, and the passage of time. You float in this kaleidoscope, half-aware that it’s all just a dream. But the feeling is so tangible, the nostalgia so potent, that you almost believe you’ve found a portal to another dimension-a place where everything and nothing matters.
Suddenly, a voice cuts through the haze, calling your name with an echo of childhood. You jerk awake, drenched in sweat, the vivid daydream shattered. The world outside your window is harsh, glaring. But for a moment, you're suspended between two worlds, the echo of that voice lingering, calling you back home.
You sit up, the remnants of the dream clinging to you like dew on the morning grass, and the reality of the present hits you, stark and undeniable.
#inkotech 2024 art by @hardpop.co.il

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