When you launch the AR experience, a scene unfolds. Outside the window, a pear tree stands with its branches outstretched. The pear blossoms, like snow, have a frosty edge. Petals flutter wildly in the wind, some skimming the window ledge, full of reluctance. Inside, the room is dim and disarrayed. Furniture is strewn about, walls scratched, and the floor dirty, exuding decay. The beautiful blossoms contrast sharply with the room's squalor. They seem to strive to pierce the divide, reaching in with a fierce grace, only to graze the window frame, leaving a cold, lonely white in the gloom and a tinge of melancholy.