The fragile threshold between night and day, reality and illusion emerge at dawn. The mask is created by man and nature—an accidental harmony of stone, light, and reflection that exists only for a moment each morning. - a meditation on impermanence, on seeing what others miss, and on the quiet power of natural light to turn structure into spirit. When the day fully arrives, the mask vanishes—but its memory lingers in the mind, like a secret whispered by the sunrise.