Blinding tears through the darkened skies, lightnings seems to be a relic of ancient times, creatures of the shadows whose aura has left its mark in many mythologies. In the secrecy of the mountains, thunderstorms open fleeting windows through reality, moments that we, humans, shouldn’t be a witness.

These images, delicate balances between planned compositions and unexpected scenes, are mirages I have been chasing in the wild Pyrenees mountains for 10 years now. Sometimes, for a fraction of a second, these moments crystallize in the darkness and freeze on the sensor. Gathered here, these fragments of lucid dreams present a journey into the depths of the night.