A constant wind sweeps through an endless landscape where reality warps at every turn. Strange figures drift by, their faces obscured, dressed in avant-garde garments that seem to defy gravity, their fabrics twisting unnaturally in the gusts. Objects float, shift, dissolve, as if the laws of physics are mere suggestions here. Is this a dream? The question lingers, but nothing offers an answer, only the eerie, endless wind that never fades. AI generated music by 0nastiia