Berlin never sleeps—it merely changes its skin. It isn’t just a place; it’s a feeling. There’s a sanctuary known as King Size. More than a bar, it’s a refuge for wandering souls—a corner where time dissolves amidst laughter, complicit glances, and the clinking of glasses at dawn. Within these walls, the air is dense with neon and sweat, the music pulses like a second heartbeat, and gazes linger at the edge of pleasure. Bodies float, fall, and rise again beneath the flicker of strobe lights. Berlin doesn’t judge—it observes, breathes, and keeps spinning. These images don’t capture moments; they encapsulate souls in transit—ownerless angels, dreamers who refuse to ask for permission to exist.

This photographic project is a tribute, capturing the essence of unrepeatable nights. Each image stands as testimony to a space that, while no longer physically present, lingers vividly in the memories of those who lived it.