As I stand in my bedroom, the scene around me feels unsettling. A knife lies on the floor, covered in what could be blood or paint. To one side, a paint tin spills red paint, splashing onto the bedding, my dress, and my hands. The same picture hangs on the wall in three different places, adding to the room's eerie atmosphere. Scrawled on the wall is the phrase "NFTs are dead."

I am confused and bewildered. I can't remember if I did this to the room or if it was someone else. What is really going on here? What happened?

The ambiguity and ominous elements invite you to question and interpret the scene, drawing you into the mystery of what has transpired. The title "Salt" not only reflects the pale appearance of the woman but also evokes the phrase "salt in the wound," hinting at the possibility of pain being intensified.