The story of a company employee waiting at a bus stop. On a rainy night, a young girl with an ethereal feel about her begins the child's game of flower reading with a bloom held in her small hand. Is she a dream, or an illusion? Her readings toy with his mind more and more. As he watches the petals fall, the man learns of his own fate...
There's nothing I want her to read...
...لا يوجد ما أريد منها تنبّؤه
Ich will von ihr nichts
weisgesagt haben.
Je n’ai pas vraiment
besoin de prédiction…
Non voglio farmi predire nulla...
Não tenho nada para tira a sorte.