On a rainy night, a Japanese café stands out in the urban landscape, but not in the conventional way. The bright light from the screens illuminates the falling rain, turning it into prisms of color dancing around the building. However, the scene is distorted and disfigured by the way the rain smudges the glass. Passersby are merely blurred shadows, their outlines blurred by the storm. Tables and chairs seem extracted from a distorted dream, with extra limbs and irregular shapes. The building's architecture is warped by the rain, and the interior is just a blur of movement and light, barely distinguishable between the reflection of the screen images and the customers who move awkwardly inside. The atmosphere is noisy, but not with the cozy buzz of a bustling café; instead, it's a dissonant cacophony of distorted and disharmonious noises, reverberating off the wet glass.