There is a presence that cannot be seen or touched, yet it is always there, being surrounding us. It can be a sound, or a thought, an emotion, a memory—perhaps even ourselves.

 

When we are no longer bound by the body and identity, when we exist only as a conscious being, what are we? When we believe we have disappeared, could it be that we have already become someone else’s dream, the wind outside their window, or a fragment of another's memory? If I become a part of your dream, am I still myself?

 

We exist in the world, but perhaps we can never truly be heard. In a fleeting moment, our eyes meet, our souls resonate on the same frequency, and we understand each other; but the next moment, we drift apart, lost in time and daily life, at the tip of it all. So perhaps what we call “understanding” is merely us hearing ourselves in a fold of space, coming to peace with who we are.

 

Our emotions, thoughts, love, and loneliness may be known to no one, yet they are always vibrating. So if something is unspoken or unheard, does that mean it never existed? What we call “silence” or “absence” may simply be the limitation of our perception.

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Director — Mengmeng Wang Music

Composer — Mengmeng Wang

Text — Mengmeng Wang

Cello Performance — Mengmeng Wang

Cinematography — Mengmeng Wang

Recording — Mengmeng Wang

Post-production Editing — Mengmeng Wang
 

Special Thanks

Art Consultant — Qiong Wang