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Was it their spirit presence?

Were they communicating with me?

Standing in the home of my grandparents after they passed, I could not help but wonder if the unsettling song of the wind chimes was their way of communicating with me between the realms. This feeling of loss, the phantom presence of once was, becomes incarnate in this three-dimensional animation. We are placed in the living room of my grandparents. As time passes, the objects within the room begin to vanish. Our knowledge of what once was continues to haunt us, leaving tension in the space as it gradually depletes into emptiness.

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