*80 copies limited edition* In the sleep of forms, everything bends and unravels. “Dream Flow” is a liquid threshold — a single current from the first drop to the vanishing of the self. It does not tell a dream: it lets it happen, like a thought forgetting it ever began. Raindrops arise in sinking feelings; fractures bloom where things are hollow — a recasting of indices spirals toward the vanishing, and the echo dreams itself anew.