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A young man, Marcos, sits in a small chair outdoors, holding an open book in his hands. Around him, a raging storm unfolds. Dark clouds swirl violently in the sky, illuminated by sharp flashes of lightning. Wind rips through the air, pulling the pages of his book and sending objects—clocks, phones, papers—flying in all directions. Despite the chaos, Marcos appears detached, floating slightly above the ground as if suspended in a void. His body is present but seems weightless, distant from the storm. His gaze is fixed on the book, but the words on the pages blur, dissolving into nothing. The surrounding world feels both chaotic and distant, like a scene unfolding in slow motion that he can only observe from afar, disconnected from it all.