Reception

Input.
A place. Name any city the map recognises; nothing else is asked.

Transformation.
The last thirty days of weather at that location draw the rest — colors, rhythm, chaos that won't sit still. Calm climates settle into a quiet hum; volatile ones tear themselves apart. Nothing here is composed by hand, and nothing can be turned off. Read again in an hour or in a week, and it will fall differently.

Note.
Reception opens the collection with a signal read from the air. Name a place; the last thirty days of weather there compose the plate — colors, rhythm, chaos that won't sit still. Calm climates settle into a quiet hum; volatile ones tear themselves apart. The mechanisms are the artist's, but nothing here is composed by hand. The weather is the only author, and no plate it presses will fall the same way twice.