The Graffiti Artist

The people of this town can never keep their windows and doors clean for more than a week. They call it a week's time before they have to scrub them again. It's a week you have, at the most. And after that, the graffiti covers up the wood and glass. It's like a living thing - spreading its tentacles all over the city in a spray of red, blue and yellow.
Several people have tried to unmask this graffiti artist who just can't stop - this person who paints over doors and windows by moonlight and disappears with the first rays of dawn - this person who takes so much time to cover up the town in swirls of sprayed color like they want to hide a blemish only they can see.
And Shira, another 21 year old, tries the impossible. She tries to track down the graffiti artist - not to unmask her to the public, but to look for something familiar in her eyes. Because in her graffiti, she feels something calling - like a part of her she never noticed before, a part of her she starts missing so much now, because she'd never had it at all, in the first place.