The year 2020 has contorted the very essence of time, stretching and compressing our existence. Our lives, once vibrant with experiences, now linger suspended - a perpetual standstill where days bleed together, indistinguishable.
Amidst this temporal limbo, neon happy balls gyrate with restless energy, their vibrant hues confined within an artificial waterfall's cascading flow. A visual paradox of stagnation and motion permeating our reality.
In the background, haunting whale calls reverberate through the depths - primal cries of communication that transcend our terrestrial realm. Yet we remain isolated, their voices distorted underwater, causing our skulls to vibrate with dissonant sounds whose origins we cannot discern