In a world collapsing into gears, rust, and shattered chronology, a man plummets with eyes wide and mouth open — not in terror, but in ferocious exaltation. Clocks melt and disintegrate around him, their faces warped, their hands stilled, as if time itself were being torn apart mid-scream. Chains descend uselessly into the void, severed from purpose. This is no passive fall; it is a wild, almost jubilant surrender into chaos — the ecstasy of losing control in a world where time has lost its grip.