The body is agitated, the symphony of the body and the steps. Each step is like a note: Do, Do#, Re, Re#t. Oh, wait.
This is a unique role, Mi bemol, each of its steps has its own sound. You fall in love with the staircase. When faced with each of these stairs, the body is transformed into a new form, a symphony of body and stairs. The wind blows and tries to carry you away. Your body is lighter than the one that can withstand this strong wind.

Close your eyes. The wind is getting stronger...
You feel weightless. As a result, you cling on, trying not to exert any pressure. You can easily navigate through it, maintaining a distance.
You feel crushed, the space is shrinking rapidly. There's an ocean down there, and if you fall, you'll drown.
You ascend the stairs swiftly and gracefully, you descend, you ascend again, you descend, you stumble, and then you sleep.