It’s music meant not for a crowd, but for one soul. A performance under windows and balconies, woven with longing, often sung or played at night.
A form of filmmaking built one frame at a time, where drawings breathe, objects dream, and imagination learns to move. I live between the still and the seen, A flicker of magic, a pulse on a screen. Each frame I build, then fade from sight, Yet together, I come alive
A word that captures the spell of storytelling through light, motion and illusion. Can you piece it together? I live where stories shimmer and fade, Not on the page, but where motion is made. A reel of dreams, a lens’s delight, I paint the dark with borrowed light.
The word that commands both chaos and clarity. It decides where the story turns and how we follow. I speak without words, yet shape every scene, I guide what’s felt, not just what’s seen. From chaos to focus, I set the tone, Without me, the story stands alone.
Let’s kick off this week’s theme: Movies. Before movies had sound, they had vision. And before vision had technology, it had dreamers, those who turned light into memory. I stitch time with spools of light, I chase the dark to birth the bright. From reels to reels, my