
In a space where books swirl like cherry blossoms caught in a breeze, circular shelves cradle whispers of forgotten tales. Each piece, a modular note, composes a symphony of light and shadow, inviting the unseen to linger in transparent corners, echoing the invisible cities of memory.
In a space where books swirl like cherry blossoms caught in a breeze, circular shelves cradle whispers of forgotten tales. Each piece, a modular note, composes a symphony of light and shadow, inviting the unseen to linger in transparent corners, echoing the invisible cities of memory.