The Faroe Islands emerge from the North Atlantic mist like a forgotten realm suspended in time. Layered basalt cliffs pierce through milky fog, their reflections in the silent fjord weaving symmetrical geometric rhythms, while cool-toned grey-green hues and swirling mist create a poetic dance of chaos and order. This land, dubbed "the edge of the world," challenges explorers with its mercurial moods. As dawn mist rises from the North Atlantic Current, erasing the mountains’ sharp contours, I sought to crystallize this liquid sense of spacetime on film—a visual ode to Niflheim.
