Time gently layers itself upon the film, where Hokkaido’s autumn hues and snowy landscapes blend within the chambers of memory. The mist of winter, the sunset at dusk, the fleeting tracks of passing cars—all slowly surface in the mind. Each frame overlaps like gauze, interwoven and delicate, revealing faint traces of light through the haze, until these images ferment in the flow of time, weaving into a tender, lingering of memories.
