---In the twilight realm where the lines between reality and fantasy blur, I found myself in a dream where my hands were the architects of transformation. It was a dream of installation, a silent symphony where I was the unseen artist, crafting new beginn...

In the realm of dreams, our subconscious often weaves together the most peculiar tapestries of imagery. One such dream that has haunted the minds of many is the vision of a thriving ant nest nestled within the very walls of one's home. This captivating dr...