In the autumn of 2009, when Zhang Yue was walking alone on the Sichuan-Tibet Line, she stayed with a Tibetan family at the foot of the Genie Holy Mountain in western Sichuan. She met a Tibetan boy named Gyatso.
In the countless sleepless nights in the past, the young man always wandered alone on the desolate grassland, at the foot of the cold snow-capped mountains, carving his own obscure thoughts with small symbols. He was like an aloof prairie wolf, letting his soul run wildly in the dead of night, and hid in his hut before the morning light spread to the earth.
"You asked my name, Gyatso, which means sea." He suddenly spoke.
Concept: In reality, people are everywhere in prisons. Zhang Yue has left this closed basement to pursue the immortality in her heart.