Oh, that sounds so sweet and wild, like the wind carrying stories from one leaf to the next. Imagine the breeze weaving the frames, nudging the actors into the perfect rhythm, the camera following its sighs— it would be a gentle chaos, almost a dream that you can almost feel in your skin. I could picture the wind pausing for a moment, letting a petal drift on the screen, then blowing away to reveal a new scene, like a secret page flipping. It would be a lovely way to let nature take the lead and let our imaginations settle in the quiet spaces between the gusts.