Relic Depository

There is a wooden house for storing relics hidden in a deep mountain col. The keeper of the house knows the truth and welcomes every visitor who comes with farewell. People come from far away with all kinds of old things: a diary that they dare not store at home, an old watch that has been with them for half their life, a pair of reading glasses wrapped with cotton thread, and a game controller that the teenager failed to finish. They didn't want to completely burn their memories, and they didn't have the strength to carry their sorrow day and night, so they temporarily stored their thoughts here for a set number of years. When no one took them back after the expiration, they returned them to the mountains and forests. Every visitor has a secret that is not understood by others. The world always urges sadness to dissipate as soon as possible and advises people to let go as soon as possible, but here, there is no need to force yourself to reconcile with regrets. Wen Shen listened quietly, registered objects, looked after the pine cabinets, and witnessed the love and loss of countless ordinary people hidden in old things. The mountain breeze passes through the wooden house, and all the longings that have nowhere to put can temporarily settle here. Intention: Accept parting, allow grief not to heal quickly, and understand the obsessions and regrets that ordinary people cannot express.