When reality shattered, I fell into the Eternal Art Museum. The canvas is the boundary, the paint is the blood, and each piece of art handed down from generation to generation turns into a battlefield of infinite reincarnation. Pearls, silk, stars, water lilies, bronze, light and shadow... All the beautiful objects within reach are deadly traps. I escape in paintings, solve mysteries in history, and struggle in human nature. Teammates are knives, enemies are guardians, and rules are all lies. I thought I was looking for an exit, but I didn't know that I had been looking for the truth that I had forgotten a hundred years ago. Painting is not a prison, I am. Love is not salvation, it is reincarnation.
Concept: The real prison is never the picture frame, but the obsession and past that refuse to let go. Only by facing oneself and accepting regrets can one break the reincarnation and allow the soul and art to gain true freedom.