In the barbaric ancient land, the sun and moon hang in the vast sky, and the wild forests and swamps intertwine to form a borderless ruins. Survival is an instinct engraved in the bones and blood, but the meaning of existence is blurred into a mystery amidst the roars of the wind and beasts. She woke up from chaos, with no past and no place to return. There was only a small space where she could not tell the difference between reality and reality. It rose and fell with her breathing, hiding vegetation, clear springs and unknown power. During the days of competing with ferocious beasts for food and competing with tribes, she walked through the scorching Gobi desert and waded through icy streams, asking again and again: Why are we born, why do we exist? Is this space a gift or a restriction? She pioneered the wilderness with her hands and explored with her mind. She searched for her own path of existence on the ruins and within a small space. She did not want to be a vassal of the world, but only wanted to return to herself.
