Do you sometimes feel that it's your first time visiting some places but you seem to have been there before? Some people seem to have known each other for a long time when meeting them for the first time? To me, this is no surprise. Because of the blessing of time, I traveled back to my mother's belly. Everything started as a baby, and life became a test again and again. I began to play with time, flowing endlessly, and breaking through all my intestines. Am I free after being reborn in Nirvana? An epiphany? Happy? Or is it a vicious cycle of destiny? Hey, actually, you are me too...