You wander through the various settings, feeling alone, as if on a journey of immense solitude
A pendulum swings slowly just out of the corner of your eye, marking the merciless passage of time; it feels as if in a dream, but why does time matter here then?
You take a step toward the window and peer into the darkness beyond... It's raining, and there are flowers everywhere. But that can't be - you're indoors! And yet it feels as if you have stepped outside... There's a woman standing just below the window - she seems so familiar.