To stay alive in the era of digital flooding is like learning to breathe underwater. Or at least — to appear alive, like an avatar in the ocean of information, a user immersed in the digital stream. A paradox of the digital age: we seek peace in noise, presence in absence, reality in the simulacrum. Mouse cursors, assembled into the shapes of digital fish, drift past the body — intruding with the insistence of an interface. They are symbols of surveillance, algorithms, and digital control — the flora and fauna of the virtual ecosystem. This isn’t just cyberpunk aesthetics; it’s a visual code of anxiety, a residual trace of early internet culture: the cursor as pointer, as control, as footprint. Sound design by don't Buy