The story begins with two objects: my late grandfather's wooden stool and kettle, which suddenly take on a new significance. It opens with a brief, dreamlike monologue that abruptly concludes, reminiscent of a fleeting moment of introspection. This serves as an exploration of existence. If objects themselves are objective, how can we re-examine our lives and the ways we interact with them? The narrative about existence will continue, inviting you to anticipate what unfolds next.