Sometimes dreams don’t come with clear meanings. They drift in like whispers. They are abstract, incomplete, impossible to fully explain but you remember how they made you feel. And then one day, in the middle of your waking life, you feel that same feeling again, a deja vu, an echo of that dream
For me, Taabir is about that moment, where the lines between dream and reality blur, when emotions connect the two, and when you begin to understand what your dreams were trying to say all along. It’s the translation of a dream into something you can touch, wear, and live in.