CAPÍTULO VII
Light comes first. Too much of it. A white glare presses through closed eyes, turning thought into blur. The sky is an endless brightness, stripped of color, depthless, impossible to read. The ground beneath feels warm, granular, uncertain. Sand? Pebble? Memory? Shapes drift in and out of focus. The sea announces itself only by rhythm, a distant breathing, while the air carries salt, vibrating with heat and the faint rustle of leaves. Palms, rocks, bodies, shadows - direction has no meaning yet.
Gradually, outlines attempt to form. Vertical shapes waver at the edge of perception. Dark interruptions against the brightness appear, disappear, return altered - the moment stretches. Consciousness hovers between states. The island feels vast and enclosed at the same time, holding you in a suspended moment where waking and dreaming overlap. Depth collapses; distance lies. Movement feels possible but uncertain. Marks on the ground hint that something has passed through this place before, though memory offers no confirmation.
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Creative Direction |
Tíscar Espadas Herrador Kevin Kohler |
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Styling |
Martxel Montero |
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Photography |
Zoe Lena |
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Makeup & Hair |
Matthew Tuozzoli |
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Modeling |
Luca Suss Max Jimenez Roni Arbagil |
