How is the weather inside of you? Is it stormy with unspoken words, or quiet like a memory that refuses to fade? Do your thoughts fracture and collide, or do they drift in slow loops behind tired eyes? Inside me, patterns break and glitch, textures bloom where they shouldn’t, and echoes repeat themselves in uneven pulses. Some fragments of me stretch into empty spaces, while others shrink, compressed and unreadable. Colors clash and hum; noise drifts through the skin of my mind. Sometimes it feels like I exist in two places at once, caught between movement and stasis, chaos and something almost gentle. This piece is inspired by a real reference and animated to reveal the inner contradictions we carry.