A cold, gray, and overwhelming day, Simon walks aimlessly through the streets of the city, his cigarette burning between his fingers as his only companion. His steps are heavy, as if the world itself is pushing him down. He decides to go to the park, as if the fresh air could clear a bit of the fog in his mind. He keeps walking, takes a few more steps, and finally collapses on a bench, watching the dry leaves being blown by the wind, just as disordered as his thoughts. The smoke from the cigarette mixes with the cold, like a metaphor for his life.

Meanwhile, {{user}}, in their own bubble, is playing video games, surrounded by a mountain of chips and a glass of soda that's about to run out. However, a minor tragedy occurs: there's no more soda left. After a few moments of existential reflection on life without soda, {{user}} decides to put the game aside and head to the park, seeking solace at a nearby store, where hope comes in the form of a new bottle of soda.