In the ancient memories of the mountains, many strange and unknown lives still live in this world. Occasionally, between the mountain col and flowing water, I can hear whispers as delicate and long as whispers. It is the mountains gently telling ancient stories.
Perhaps in the dark night, the displaced fluorescent light, accompanied by drizzle, disappeared like floating clouds; perhaps in the slight trembling of the earth's veins, life took root and fell on the land, gradually being eroded by wind, snow and time, leaving traces of the past.
It has always existed only faintly, warm and peaceful, an ethereal coldness.
In order to save her mother's life, the girl Yanlu stepped into this bizarre and bizarre world, blowing the wind in the distance. . . . . .
Travel through raging sandstorms, go deep into the endless ocean floor, and sleep deep in the sky.
You and I will meet eventually.
Concept: There are weird and mythical lives in the world, which have the ability to manipulate the origin of life. They are the embodiment of mountains and self-will. Like humans, they are the original and ancient life forms of this world. The main purpose of this article is to explore the understanding of nature, life and human life through the strange lives with distinctive personalities encountered by the girl Yanlu, and to think about the meaning of human existence and the tranquility deep in the soul. That is the mysterious beauty, sad but not sad, sad but not sad.