More songs by Pinkshift
Description
The world seems to blur and reassemble in a foreign reflection - somewhat ghostly, somewhat dependent, but strangely calm. Everything around becomes a filter, a rose-colored glass through which it is easier to breathe and easier to believe that “this is how it should be.” Somewhere between fears and dreams, the illusion of a castle in the clouds appears, and it seems that if you look only into these eyes, reality is no longer so prickly.
Director and editor: Pinkshift