Le temps des bonbons

Un soir de lumière rase, deux silhouettes d’enfance se penchent vers le mystère, partageant en silence les trésors sucrés de la journée. Entre leurs gestes, le temps suspend sa course et garde la trace douce des premiers complots fraternels.

An evening of low, golden light, two small figures leaning into the same secret, quietly sharing the sweet treasures of the day. Between their gestures, time holds its breath and keeps the soft memory of their first conspiracies of childhood.