July 2nd
A dreary drizzle falls from the sky as a young girl, like a princess, holds a transparent umbrella. Her gray, light dress flutters in the breeze.
She stands before the ancient palace, stepping into a puddle with her exquisite, crystal shoes.
"Ines, let's go."
An elderly man selling hot dogs nearby packs up his stall and covers it with a rain cloth.
He slowly moves forward, straightening his posture with each step. By the time he reaches Ines, his image transforms into a dignified figure, starkly different from the bent old man he was moments ago.
Despite the bustling street, it seems no one notices the change in the elderly man.
Yet, people frequently turn to glance at the young girl, as exquisite and beautiful as a princess.
"Director, are you giving up this identity?" Ines gazes at the casually packed stall, opens a black automatic umbrella and hands it to the elderly man, asking softly.
