Spiral Tower Inquiry

A crooked stone tower leans at the cliff's lip while a blue vortex spirals the sky above. Salt spray and a creaking clothesline mark a wind that lifts pages, an umbrella, and a single poster declaring Where Vojta? into the air. Small windows pulse like watching eyes and the currents lay a hypnotic spiral of papers that drift as if unwinding a memory. The search continues and Vojta remains unfound. An open book flaps and then seems to stitch its leaves back together, pages rewinding toward the spine in a slow, absurd undoing. A dark robe hangs like a costume mid-transformation, sleeves pulsing with the same blue echo that lights the tower's rooms and suggests unseen watchers. The historian in the scene counts torn sheets as artifacts and traces cause and effect: wind lifts, vortex holds, message floats. Where Vojta? remains pinned in midair, an unanswered question in a scene that repeats its own motions.