NIGHT FLIGHT

Mâyâ is deceptive.

Reality is ever-changing, never as it seems. The universe is fleeting, shifting from moment to moment, while our senses struggle to keep pace. Change defines both our world and our existence.

If Mâyâ shapes all we perceive, could fallen feathers in the night transform into trees—only to cradle weary birds, then dissolve at dawn as they take flight once more?

The Maya Mandala, embedded in the blue moon, represents the endless cycle of transformation—where nothing is fixed, and all is but a passing dream.