Illusion I: Island / Ilusión I: Isla

The colors of the sunset, a few palm trees, and the smell of the sea would be enough to know that you are in your homeland, in your home. To feel welcomed. To believe that you have not left, that you will never leave for good, that you still love—and are loved by—that cherished place.

And yet, perhaps everything is an illusion that lives in your memories. Perhaps that Island must be rebuilt from scratch.