In a boundless gray void, a solitary human stands on cracked ground, from which tiny mirrors sprout instead of flowers. Each mirror reflects...

In a boundless gray void, a solitary human stands on cracked ground, from which tiny mirrors sprout instead of flowers. Each mirror reflects a different face: one laughing, another crying, a third screaming, and a fourth with no features. Above, a clock floats in the air, its hands spinning endlessly ...