Coral Dreams is what the Underwater Era sees when it sleeps. The reef-minds let go of their structure for a few hours and drift — half-formed sovereigns, slime-bodied predators, soft electric tendrils — none of them strictly real, none of them entirely metaphors.
Everything here is provisional. A creature might be a face for a moment and then loosen back into colour and texture. The project keeps only the instants where the dream held a shape long enough to be looked at.









