When she discovers that the "Silver Mist" that has been guarding her for sixteen years is actually a taboo existence that swallows up memories.
When the cracks in the glazed tower seep out the truth that should have been forgotten
Interstellar architect Wen Yu is forced to make a choice between absolute rationality and broken emotions
Should we continue to live in the carefully woven lies, or face the bloody truth?
Intent: When memory becomes a tangible entity, and when forgetting becomes a compassionate sacrifice, how should we find a balance between absolute rationality and fragile emotions?