In spaces where abandonment settles in—worn walls, suspended echoes, a silence that almost breathes—we erect a door made of light.

A luminous cut in time, a portal that doesn't belong to this place, but reveals itself as a passage to other worlds.

Dressed in the yellow that identifies us, we approach this light as if seeking an escape.

Because, upon entering these forgotten scenarios, we always feel that we are traversing more than one physical space—we also cross invisible borders, entering parallel realities that only exist when we allow ourselves to imagine them.

Each photograph thus becomes a boundary between the real and the possible:

an invitation to believe that, even in ruins, there are entire worlds waiting to be visited.

Places where we free ourselves from the logic of everyday life and become travelers between dimensions.

The portal of light is not just a symbolic entrance.

It is the reflection of a desire: to create new paths amidst what no one else sees.

And as we traverse it, we discover that we too have changed—that we carry with us fragments of these other worlds, as if each image were a door that remains open within us.