Description: A world on the brink of collapse, with only CCS left behind. In a city with no one in it, time at a standstill, and landscapes quietly weathering away, this work depicts the relationship between the smallest unit of connection: the self and companions. Because people are lonely, they think of others, and through that feeling, paradoxically, they strengthen the outline of their own existence. In this world, there is no clear answer, nor words that define the meaning of life. Even so, by thinking of someone, people can continue to remain faintly connected to the world. This work traces the love that dwells within loneliness, and the loneliness hidden deep within love.