Daughter of the breeze, air currents that nibble at life, whisper fleeting secrets, change course without making a fuss. Whirlwinds, several sides of the same coin, colliding and coexisting, it is this chaos that produces the magic of singularity. They swirl... raise the dust, shake up the routine, turn things upside down, bring them to the surface. They mine beauty in incoherence. They do not cover their tracks, they assume all personalities and dance on stage with their souls bare!