She raises her head, not to see the sky, but to hear what is bubbling up from within her. The birds, like fragments of light and imagination, circle above her head—as if each is a thought released from the cage of the mind. The thin net that has fallen over her head is like a thin border between what is and what could be. This image is the narrative of the moment when a person remains suspended between the earth and dreams, neither falling nor flying, only breathing and hearing the world in its own silence.