Threads Discovery Project | find new pieces 'dream' | Encounter Unseen Talents | Focus #669

Threads, the text-centric social media platform by Meta, is a space where countless creative expressions are posted daily from around the globe.

'find new pieces' is a discovery project that uncovers outstanding works from the multitude of submissions on Threads, delivering their allure through our magazine. Each edition sets a theme and gathers works from around the world that resonate with it, allowing us to encounter new, undiscovered talents (new pieces).

On cizucu's Threads, a spontaneous “photo theme” is posted.
Simply reply with “your shot” that fits the theme.

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From the submitted works,
those selected will receive a message from the cizucu editorial team!

This time, from the multitude of submissions received from around the world, we present 13 works.
Let us now explore these remarkable pieces, each imbued with unique perspectives and sensibilities.

Is a dream something that appears in sleep,
or is it a light that shines toward an unseen tomorrow?

Perhaps it is neither. It may be that the very boundary between the two is the true nature of a dream.

Are we awake, or is the dream still continuing?
Are we chasing it, or has it already begun?

Unfocused contours, the way light diffuses, a place that seems familiar yet unknown. Or perhaps, something formless that you gaze at with your eyes open.

What kind of moment did you capture when you pressed the shutter?
There must be a “dream” that only you can frame.

nodoka liu

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cizucu Editorial Team
In a faded concrete labyrinth, a single red line runs quietly. Is it a boundary, or a guide for someone unseen? The stairs seem to lead nowhere, yet they are certainly heading somewhere. Like an alley you wander into in a dream—familiar, yet nameless. Stains of time seep into the walls, blurring the contours of memory and reality. When a streak of red cuts through the gray silence, you are barely reminded that "now" exists here. Even after waking, you can't shake the feeling that you're still climbing those stairs. This work leaves such an impression.

侯良和
「夢」～ 夢，悄悄地從意識的邊緣滲進來，像一層薄霧，置換了白日裡所有的世界。 在夢裡，時間變得模糊；過去與未來互相交錯，我在不同時空中間穿梭。 醒來之後，我們往往記不清細節，只留下些微的情緒與經歷。這件作品是拍攝水中倒影而成，不是AI的作品。

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cizucu Editorial Team
This piece quietly dissolves the boundary between reality and dreams. The figure reflected on the water's surface surely exists, yet its outline is ambiguous, as if standing in another world. The contrast of blue and shadow draws the viewer inward, gently touching memories and emotions. This work suggests that dreams are things that exist without form, yet are undeniably present.

Walter Leung

📷 SONY α6700
💙 03

cizucu Editorial Team
The train keeps moving, and silence fills the carriage. Bathed in golden light, a person has fallen into a deep sleep. Are they on their way somewhere, or returning from somewhere? Their destination is left in the dream, and only the body is carried along. This defenseless, beautiful sleep is allowed only in the extraordinary state of travel. If they are dreaming, perhaps it is of a landscape at an unseen destination, or a memory of a place to which they can never return.

Kang.fujii
Feather in Air (2026).
Museum of Art, Hong Kong.

💙 04

cizucu Editorial Team
Within deep darkness, a single white light takes flight. Is it a bird, or the dream itself? Its outline is slightly blurred, receding the more you try to discern it. This vast darkness is not something to fear, but perhaps a vessel for dreams. The light is there—small, wavering, yet never extinguished. Whether we are chasing it or being led by it, we cannot help but be captivated by that whiteness.

En

💙 05

cizucu Editorial Team
Once, the fluorescent light must have illuminated the space, but now it hangs from the ceiling, drifting in midair. The decayed floor and peeling walls remain, yet white light pours straight in from the skylight. This space, where things that have fulfilled their purpose rest quietly, feels like the remnants of a dream, or the silence before a dream is born. Broken, yet beautiful. Ended, yet somehow hinting at a beginning. Perhaps a ruin is a place where time itself dreams.

Yi-Hsuan Lin
Gravity of the Mind

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cizucu Editorial Team
The countless books scattered across the floor resemble fragments of memories or stories overflowing from the depths of consciousness. The sight of pages quietly left open evokes the ambiguous time and space that exists only in dreams. Fragments that should not connect in reality form a harmonious scene. This may be a "dream reading experience" where words and memories are reconstructed.

xxkuroko

📷 CANON EOS R6
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cizucu Editorial Team
In a blue that seems to dissolve into the sky, a solitary figure floats. Is it up or down, standing or falling? The sense of gravity is gently released. Hair sways, eyes are closed, and consciousness seems to drift far away. If the sensation of "falling yet floating" permitted only in dreams were captured in a single photograph, it would surely look like this. The blue stretches endlessly, with no boundaries in sight.

陳薪凱
光影_

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cizucu Editorial Team
On the cobblestones, shadows of indeterminate shape spread out. It's not immediately clear what casts them. The more you gaze, the more their outlines seem to morph into something else. Like fragments of a dream, these forms seem meaningful yet remain elusive, existing only by the angle of the light. Shadows are supposed to be cast by tangible objects, yet in this photograph, the shadows themselves take center stage. Only the remaining shapes quietly swim across the afternoon ground.

Gino Cittadini

📷 FUJIFILM X-E4
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cizucu Editorial Team
A statue of an armed soldier holds a butterfly in its palm. Flowers bloom on the helmet, and the pedestal is adorned with vibrant festival decorations. Could this be the Spanish Fallas Festival? Contradictory elements stand together as a single sculpture amid the fervor of celebration. Violence and peace, hardness and softness, enormity and delicacy. Impossible combinations that can only occur in dreams appear here under the real blue sky. Will the butterfly eventually fly away, or will it remain there forever?

CKC

📷 SONY α7C II
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cizucu Editorial Team
The city is submerged in fog. The outlines of skyscrapers remain, but their bases are swallowed by white mist. Yet, the spires pierce through, reaching for the sky. Cities in dreams always look like this—undeniably present, yet drifting away like smoke when you try to touch them. The usually bustling city loses its sound, becoming as still as a landscape in memory. When the boundary between reality and dream dissolves, the city becomes this beautiful, as this photograph reveals.

meiiin
“The dream”

💙 11

cizucu Editorial Team
Within the mist, figures of people emerge faintly. A child spreads their arms and runs into the white haze—an image that perfectly captures the moment of leaping into a dream. The adults stand a little apart, stopping at the edge of the fog. Only the child crosses the boundary without hesitation, because they have not yet forgotten how to dream. In this monochrome world, only the mist is soft, gently dissolving all contours. What lies beyond that whiteness?

Lizzy

📷 FUJIFILM X-T30 II
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cizucu Editorial Team
A concrete bridge slices through the sky, with clouds drifting leisurely in the gap. The edges of this inorganic structure are quietly adorned with vivid pink flowers. The hard and the soft, the man-made and the natural—these boundaries gently blend within this single frame. Perhaps dreams dwell in such places. Something blooming in the unnoticed gaps of everyday life. If you looked up and saw such a scene, it would surely feel like a continuation of a dream.

Daniel
Dreams here are not just pretty images, they are paths to travel, skies to soar, minimal lights at the end of an immense corridor. Architecture becomes a metaphor for the process, a liminal space: the darkness is the fears and those slits of light are the ideas and desires that call us from afar. What invites us to transit, always in movement towards that clarity and to the transit through new nuances: search, get lost, try again.
In the end, more than finding a perfect dream, what remains is the mark of the path traveled, the wake of that inner journey that reveals who we are when we decide to follow what our spirit yearns for.

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cizucu Editorial Team
Reaching unconsciously toward a single beam of light piercing the darkness. The distance that seems within reach yet remains elusive resembles the ambiguous sensation felt in dreams. As the boundary between reality and unreality dissolves, we continue to move as if guided by something. Is this light hope, or merely an illusion? The uncertainty that seems to vanish the moment you touch it may be the very outline of "dream" itself.

What did you think?

The theme of "dream" takes on entirely different contours depending on the viewer. From the works submitted this time, we sensed not only vivid aspirations and exhilaration, but also the lingering aftertaste upon waking, premonitions not yet put into words, or a gaze toward something long since let go—each artist's unique relationship with dreams quietly resonated through their work.

Discovering new, unseen talents (new pieces)—that is the very role we hope to fulfill through this project, and we wish for your creative expression to become the catalyst that reaches many more hearts.


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