Here, the wave never breaks, trimmed in deep blue that grazes the night sky, it inhabits the space, fills the horizon, and converses with the air. Every golden filament, every amber glint, launches itself into the night: a mirage between land and sea, where everything trembles, vanishes, and is born again.
In the silence of the Pacific, within Japanese mists, Kushiro embodies the shifting frontier, the landscape in the making, the impulse that links the world to dreams.