the grains of sand
When I was walking on a beach called a small sand dune, I had to recall memories and relationships with many people.
How much do we trust and remember our memories, and what should we value among them?
A lot of things flickered like the sand in front of me and eventually flew away in the wind before I could confirm their meaning.
It was like walking alone and talking to someone. I feel like I'm in the hustle and bustle while walking on a deserted beach. Even though the strong winds before the typhoon made me feel a little impatient, the distant view blazing with sand led me there. After going through many screens, I arrived at a place called oblivion where I stood still.