“If a child draws a single sun, he may be ordinary. But if he fills the page with ten suns, perhaps his inner world has already begun to distort.” This thought captures the essence of Kleptomania：distortion. The boy in the film has lost faith in his surroundings and sees the world as a creature devouring itself. After repeated frustrations and collisions with reality, he finally hands his grandfather a drawing—of a prehistoric bird consuming its own kind—during a birthday dinner. The image is not a gift but a declaration of despair: his truth about existence. The grandfather stares in silence, unable to respond. His numbness is not just personal; it echoes the paralysis shared by countless others shaped by a decaying environment.