A grandmother stands in the ashen shades of a dark house of intermingling granules as transcendent passages shift in and out to a sea of saturated green trees. Images of mountains, valleys, cliffs and cavernous walkways multiply over the interiors in a way that attempts to describe intangible atmospheres. A ceiling fan turns the sky's red afterglow into a strobing siren. The fading sun sets a pacing, harsh silhouette on a wall as the hallway dissolves into a blizzard of night static. The music metaphysically casts a feeling of an impending, beautiful apocalypse looming. Analogous grain glistens over the fabric of space and time.
The last sequence is a transition to Winter as it brings a technicolor-like radiance to elite colors. Everything is in a protracted choppy groove. The kitchen is now being picked apart by a small crew. The walls are stripped of wallpaper - exposing plug outlet boxes and scraped, rust-colored adhesive cement. Somehow natural light glows neon - infecting the freezing water and shadows with a voltaic blue. Damp orange copper rocks bloom to the point of appearing like the result from gleaming neighboring lava. The world turns into a reuniting with atmospheric shapes that only dreams could contort to. A worker rips from the last pieces of paper tile from the floors as a scene of fluctuating flicker colors, in cascading water, transpire over him.