What is reality — what we see, or what we feel? What is more real: the tree we can touch, or its reflection born of light and perception?
In the dialogue between what is seen and what truly is, a deeper question emerges: is the material world truly objective, or is it merely one projection of a subtler, inner reality — one that shimmers, vibrates, and slips away the moment we try to grasp it?
Sometimes, it is the intangible, the elusive, the imagined that proves more authentic than what appears solid and visible.