The morning light over Andalusia should have been gentle, the kind that warms the fields and softens the edges

  The morning broke over northern Syria with a pale, colorless light, the kind that makes the world feel suspended

  The night had barely lifted when the first images began to circulate: fields swallowed by water, roads erased, rooftops

  New Delhi wakes before dawn, wrapped in a pale winter haze that softens the edges of the city and

Davos is never just a place. It is a plateau suspended between snow and power, a theatre where the world’s