Yan Dong woke up from the pile of building blocks. He had a handsome face like the peak of ancient Greek aesthetics. He was wearing a light yellow T-shirt with a pink bear pattern, a khaki work jacket, and jeans with a guitar, a hot air balloon, and star patches. He looked around and found that the world around him was only ink, blocks, and him. He knew nothing about this place but was not afraid of it, because he always felt like he lived here.
Intention: Positive