Rhythm
A stray, brown dog sniffs the footpath in front of a house. It sniffs around, looking for food. It is time for it to eat and is just waiting to find a stray morsel. A young boy stands at the window of the house. As he eats a biscuit, he puts his forearms outside the railings of the window. In 2 bites, the biscuit disappears. He seems to be looking out at the oblivious dog but in reality, his mind is somewhere far away, travelling faster than light. The mind is a beautiful thing, one that defies all laws of space and time and transcends all limitations man has ever faced. It's almost like using Doraemon's Any-Way Door, a ship sailing on the wind of wishes. The sky is an orangish-purple hue, with the sun almost gone. The hot-cold February air blows into the window, ruffling the young boy's hair. A draught of cold air gushes in and disrupts the boy's chain of thought. Suddenly, as if remembering important matters that need his attention, he closes the window and draws t