Firefly Lane is softer, more fleeting, a piece that feels like a memory or a moment you can’t quite hold onto.
Light flickers through layered forms, like something glimpsed in passing. There’s a sense of wonder here, and a trust in following small moments of brightness, even when the path isn’t fully clear.
To me, this is what it can feel like when dreams begin to surface, not all at once, but in gentle flashes, slowly lighting the way forward.

