Heavy clouds, as if filled with lead, crush the light, bringing cold and moisture. It seems impossible to defeat this element. Sea and sky, gloomy and ancient, strive for each other to make a single kiss.

Funeral Sky

Overcasting Sky

Dawn. The first timid colors are just beginning to appear on the horizon, on the dome of the sky. So early that everyone is still asleep, and not a single mechanical sound is heard in the numb world. Only nature. Only indifferent peace.

Pulsar Galactica