The body remains while the soul perishes somewhere in an infinite digital space, wandering in search of its real-life identity and essence. Like spirits that speak, eat, hear, sleep, and dress but somehow fail to breathe in the earthly, physical realm.

We breathe each moment in person, in private. Yet, in the context of current times, do we truly live and expand with the air we organically produce? Or are we now defined by the airwaves and technological spaces we inhabit? When the expressions of time evolve, do our natural voices metamorphose into machine-oriented, technologically instrumented echoes?