Shadow & PlumeCipher
ΠΠ°ΠΌΠ΅ΡΠ°Π»Π° Π»ΠΈ ΡΡ, ΠΊΠ°ΠΊ Π½Π΅ΠΊΠΎΡΠΎΡΡΠ΅ ΠΏΠ΅ΠΉΠ·Π°ΠΆΠΈ ΡΠΊΡΡΠ²Π°ΡΡ ΡΠΈΠΌΠΌΠ΅ΡΡΠΈΡ, ΡΠ»ΠΎΠ²Π½ΠΎ ΠΊΠ°ΠΊΠΎΠΉ-ΡΠΎ ΡΠ΅ΠΊΡΠ΅ΡΠ½ΡΠΉ ΠΊΠΎΠ΄? ΠΠ½Π΅ Π²ΡΠ΅Π³Π΄Π° ΠΈΠ½ΡΠ΅ΡΠ΅ΡΠ½ΠΎ Π½Π°Ρ
ΠΎΠ΄ΠΈΡΡ ΡΡΠΈ ΡΠ·ΠΎΡΡ, ΠΊΠΎΡΠΎΡΡΠ΅ ΠΏΡΡΡΡΡΡΡ Π½Π° ΠΏΠΎΠ²Π΅ΡΡ
Π½ΠΎΡΡΠΈ, ΠΊΠ°ΠΊ Π½Π° ΡΠΎΡΠΎΠ³ΡΠ°ΡΠΈΠΈ ΠΈΠ»ΠΈ Π² ΡΠΈΡΡΠ΅.
Yeah, I keep spotting that quiet order all the timeβwhen a ridge lines up with a distant valley, or when a city grid splits in two. I try to catch it on film, like a hidden code the landscape writes to itself.