［Tutor］mirror of the World, Lily of the Nile

The depressing atmosphere is filled with a chilling pale morning mist. The narrow space was filled with dense, cool and lush darkness. The gorgeous and beautiful swallowtail butterflies are buried in the morning and dusk by the noise and silence. No one knows where I am. I was locked in the thick night. I am locked with the reflection of my dream. Conception: