“Time, Dust, Gold”
In the silence of forgotten rooms, time settles like dust — soft, relentless, golden.
Every second that slips away turns into memory, into matter, into a fragile shimmer of what once was.
Dust is not decay — it is transformation.
It carries the weight of stories, the glow of moments that refuse to disappear.
What time takes, it also gilds — turning loss into gold, and absence into a quiet kind of eternity.