The sunshine swallowed up my shadow bit by bit, like someone stole my name in the cracks of the city - if you are willing to follow me on this road, you will find that memory is scarier than the sentence.
When reality begins to unglue like an old movie, grotesque images of childhood, the death of a teacher, a mother's rage and the key that never finds the hole are all shown in turn on the prison walls. She is surrounded by multiple selves: there is a child who is still rejoicing over a piece of steamed bun in the alley, a woman who is coldly interrogating behind the table, and a knife-wielding person who may end everything at any time.
This is not pure crime and punishment, but a cruel inventory of "who am I" - when every memory may be perjury, can you still identify your true self? "Time Capsule" is a short-length scroll about lies, trauma and redemption: in a cell where dreams and wakings intersect, the heroine must open the dusty photo album and unravel the secret buried under the school tree before she can decide whether to give herself a name. Every page forces you to make a choice: believe in the shadow or believe in yourself.
