There are the nights when there is no need to rush. You can walk slowly in a tender darkness. The path is covered with dead leaves and there are no noises but the quiet whistle of straying winds in the firs and the crunch of your own shoes. The air is chilly and sweet, with scents of distant, invisible bonfires. This walk might suppose to make you soberer from dreaming wide awake but instead, there is a chance that you will get even tipsier with a view of an unsullied landscape... And then you will notice that here is something not quite true about your current situation, something like an odd dream from which you will never be able to wake up...

Model, photographer, makeup, stylization: Dante Heks