Niebla is the memory of my childhood in Armenia: my mom waking me up early for school, the cold mornings, the breath visible in the air, the resistance to getting up, and the soft weight of the day beginning.

It is the wet grass at dawn, the smell of dew, the muted light behind the mountains, and the slow warmth that arrives with the sun.

Niebla represents a transitional moment — the lightest state of water. Slow and quiet, it moves in a tired early-morning dance; dense and silent, with its cold scent and half-closed gaze.

It is the calm before the day, and also the nostalgia of what has already passed.