In this scene, the horizon seems to have vanished, buried beneath layers of buildings stacked like an impenetrable wall. There is no trace of a tree's shadow or a bird's song; here, nature recedes into the margins of memory, and existence is reduced to unseeing windows and silent walls.

We are inside the building, and when we look out, we see an endless repetition of concrete and glass, closed and identical facades that strip the city of its soul. Details weigh heavily on the eye as real life fades behind the illusion of the outside; everything here is reproduced, as though life has shrunk into a narrow frame, never surpassing its limits.