Ye Qichi's world is very small, as small as a mirror and a never-ending rain.
She lives in a cage woven by her mother out of clothes hangers and rolling pins, but she raises a narcissus in the mirror - that is her fantasy personality, a "perfect self" watered with pain and painted with bruises.
Whenever a rainy night falls, the person in the mirror will hold her hand, turn her mother's scolding into honey, and carve the scars into a galaxy.
Until one day, a man or woman handed her a band-aid and asked her, "Did the bruise on your collarbone come from a wild cat?"
Ye Qichi was stunned.
The person in the mirror also smiled.
"Tell him," the person in the mirror licked the blood from the corner of her lips, "this is the rose thorn you sacrificed for art."
Concept: Narcissus