This is a story about how "slow" resists "fast" and how "truth" resists "forgetting". When everything pursues fleeting glimpses, there are still people who are willing to use their ingenuity and historical pen to carve traces in time that are deeper than bullets and longer than dramas.
Intent: In a world that pursues "fast, bright and loud" and is accustomed to forgetting and tampering, real resistance often exists in the form of "slow, deep and true". It celebrates those lonely figures who are willing to sink into time (such as craftsmen), carry weight (such as Avengers), and carve reality (such as recorders), and firmly believe that the "traces" left by this seemingly clumsy effort are more lasting and more powerful than noisy bullets and flashy dramas. This is not only a question about the right to write history, but also a profound metaphor for the current cultural "fast food" and "floating" phenomena.