Concept: Loss is the quiet companion of growing up — those moments too heavy for words, those names and faces we summon in silence. The passing of a loved one leaves a lifelong mist, a tender rain that never ceases, falling upon the heart like a soft, endless drizzle. Here, under a canopy of umbrellas, a small refuge takes shape — a space where it is safe to cry, where rain and tears blur into one, where the murmur of weeping dissolves into the sound of falling rain. Above, the sky listens.