"Her blue paint splashed on the hem of my skirt, but it dyed my whole life."
The two-way redemption of model and painter, from the first encounter with ashes painting in ginkgo. She used her scars as paint, and I used my body temperature as a canvas. After ten years of entanglement, I finally died in the fallen leaves for an elopement that would never fade.
(The whole article is very baffling and was written just for fun, please read with caution)
Concept: When reality is full of cracks, creation becomes the proof of existence