Like coagulated air, dissolving, yielding space to all that appears small or distant, invisible and ephemeral. In an endless choreography of precise manifestations, like spells shattered into a thousand fragments. A presence and an absence that flakes off and disassembles, just like our own perceptions.

The question is constant: how to transform, to become, to vanish, to grow small, to imagine ourselves elsewhere, fairy tails?

Through a process that sharpens how we relate to the world and to the mirages that inhabit it, the attempt to rewrite our own mythologies turns into a hologram, a depth that pierces the backdrop and invites us to inhale its scent.

And if all this were a portal?
What lies beyond the threshold?

This inquiry takes the crooked shape of a riddle, a forest, a hole and a tail, an abandoned house, its remnants and their “vitalism.” The evocation of a secret place, the effort to forge a perceptual experience beyond the human dimension, becomes tangible matter.

The title itself, like a magic formula, tries to usher in whoever wishes, into the folds of something mysterious that cannot be fully known. Perhaps only by sharpening our senses will we glimpse the creatures that hover in our softened memories.