Febo
- 2019
- 7m
In a (dis)connected and noisy present, in which Nature's voice seems to drown in the cement turning into a distant echo, Febo seeks refuge. Like a dream. Or an ancient myth.In a (dis)connected and noisy present, in which Nature's voice seems to drown in the cement turning into a distant echo, Febo seeks refuge. Like a dream. Or an ancient myth.In a (dis)connected and noisy present, in which Nature's voice seems to drown in the cement turning into a distant echo, Febo seeks refuge. Like a dream. Or an ancient myth.