In the golden hour, when the sun scatters its last rays over the horizon or gently dissolves into the haze, there is a timeless melody of change. It is the moment when the old fades and the new is in the air, a hesitant dance between farewell and new beginnings. A moment that becomes a crossroads, especially for those on the run, where fate hangs in the balance.
It is the breath before the leap into the unknown, the moment in which the wings of courage are spread, while the decision to flee hangs in the air like an echo. The golden hour is more than just a succession of sunsets; it is the keyhole to hope and challenge at the same time. Here, between the farewell to the familiar and the first step into an uncertain future, stories of resistance, courage and the inextinguishable desire for freedom are formed.