Climbing the Sierra Vermella on a dark gray day. Sounds around that denote hidden movements while the sensation of being observed weighs on the back of the hikers' necks. Walking in silence until reaching the top of the mountain and finding yourself enveloped by the vision of the immense horizon crowned by a striking ether. Fantasy among the nimbostratus, swirling formations in black and gray.

Are we being watched in a parallel, invisible world?