Ìfọ̀ Ọ̀run

(Floating Sky)

A figure suspended in a moment of surrender
falling, soaring, spiralling through stillness.
Their limbs stretch like echoes
each one wrapped in lines drawn from tradition
soft yet certain, like a memory unfolding.

The shadow is not an afterthought.
It moves with the figure, fluid, watchful, alive.
A quiet force tracing the body’s journey through unseen air.

White space surrounds like breath
a frame, a silence, a kind of trust.

This is not an illustration.
It is a dream caught mid-motion
a sky you have floated through before, just not with your eyes open.