On a winter night in Detroit, the cold wind cuts through the rusty streets like a knife.
This was once the heart of the automobile industry, but now it is a ruin forgotten by the times. Neon lights flickered in the distance, like the gasps of a dying person; loneliness and despair echoed in the empty houses.
In this abandoned land, a young man wakes up from his deep sleep.
He wants to use Eastern wisdom to plant a seed called "order" in this capitalist wasteland.
From a lamp to a street; from a meal to a home.
This is not a heroic epic, but a silent revolution about survival and reconstruction.
When the first ray of morning light penetrated the cold night, the lights in the north block quietly turned on.
