In a room where time and space have lost their familiar forms, a person sits at a table, surrounded by objects whose wholeness has long vanished. Their face, like shards of broken glass, gazes in different directions, trying to grasp every aspect of this distorted world. Every element of the room — the book, the flower, the glass of water — exists simultaneously in multiple states, as if past, present, and future have merged into one, leaving only the chaos and harmony of constant change.