On this day, you may have just finished get off work or school, and you are walking among the hurried people as usual.
Suddenly,
You find that all the noise around you disappears,
There seemed to be thousands of troops marching and singing in the endless distance.
A series of sharp golden sounds penetrate your ears, pierce your flesh and blood, and split your soul.
With your whole body twisted and tears streaming down your face, you kneel down and make a pilgrimage to the burning sun disk in the east as if there is no one around.
You feel extremely painful, your nails dig bloody marks on your face, and your shrill screams are mixed in with the mighty drums, the sound of gold, and the sound of horse hooves.
Ancient times have given you new life and strength, reshaped your frail body, and your ordinary destiny has changed since then.
But as a price, you will be far away from your family and friends, and will fall into a lonely escape in a different world.
Or...
You chose to kill.
（Chuāng）
Beat the gold and beat the drum: the sound of beating the gold and beating the drum before marching
Concept: Aesthetics of violence
