Somewhere between midnight and dawn, two forces meet.
One born of logic, the other of instinct — they circle, collide, and finally lock, as if balance were still possible.
The name Soleil Minuit speaks to that tension — light where there should be darkness, heat where there should be cold.
It’s a quiet reflection on our age of imbalance, where opposites blur yet continue to depend on one another.
That fragile alignment — between man and nature, control and chaos — is what holds the piece together.