风

From afar to near, the wailing of the wind draws closer. Outside the window, where gloomy clouds churn chaotically, leaves drift rootlessly, tossed by the gusts. A gaunt man emerges from the right side of the frame, struggling forward against the fierce gale, yet the overwhelming force prevents him from standing upright. At times, he is blown backward; at others, he crouches low, staggering at an extreme angle. Yet, again and again, he loses control unintentionally, tumbling about in disarray. As if trapped in a chaotic spacetime vortex, he rolls in and out along the same direction. And just then, a little girl nimbly steps into the frame. She appears entirely unaffected by the wind, walking nonchalantly to the far left and closing the door. In that moment, the raging wind abruptly ceases...