in a surreal and ethereal scene, a woman in a mossy gray dress and shorts gazes intently at the camera, her breath still, with a mixture of unseen fur and weeds settling on her face. She wears a flowing white shirt and jeans, her hands resting on the ground beneath the rain. She carries a small-catchle, a smirk that is etched into her lips, as if her eyes have been recently overgrown. With a series of interlocking fists dragged by the rain, she gazes at the camera with a haunting intensity. It's as if she's the only sound to capture the beauty and power of nature.