She grew numb day after day, and was forced to wake up year after year.
Times have changed, the world is cold, and dusty memories are filled with silent blood and tears.
In prosperous times, beauties are needed to embellish things; in troubled times, beauties are needed to take the blame.
The axle of the times has rolled over thousands of women, and no one has ever cared about their moans.
Until someone wakes up first and sounds the death knell.
The sound of the bell penetrated the dead silence and shattered the illusion of slumber.
They finally began to resist, beating the coffin boards nailed above their heads, breaking the cage-like shackles of gender.
The seal attached to the bones and blood must be torn off, even if the skin and flesh are attached, even if the blood is dripping, even if the body is broken into pieces.
There is no redemption in this world. They can only tear apart the darkness and find a way out by themselves.
Intent: Women have gone from being suppressed and instrumentalized to collectively awakening and resisting the shackles of gender with their flesh and blood.