"Mom, it hurts."
12-Year-old Su Wanxing knelt on the floor of the dance studio, with broken glass stuck to the bleeding knee. Mother Zhou Yun put the CD of "Death of the Swan" into the player, and stepped on her trembling back with the tip of her ballet shoes: "Real swans don't cry out in pain, their blood will condense into pearls."
In the autumn of 2023, it was a rainy night.
Su Wanxing hid behind the scenes of the abandoned theater, listening to the sound of rain hitting the dome, which was very similar to the thunder on the day of the 17-year-old awards ceremony. She took out the painkillers hidden in her dancing shoes, and suddenly heard the sound of metal collision coming from the ruins of the steel structure——
Lin Yanci turned around holding the survey light, and the beam illuminated her pale face and mottled dance skirt, like an old oil painting spread by rain. His pocket watch flashed a cold light on his wrist: "This place is about to be demolished, you shouldn't come."
She suddenly smiled, tapping her toes on the waterlogged stage, her white skirt sweeping away the dust: "What about you? What are you looking for in the ruins?"
"Look for the direction the light should come from." His voice mixed with the sound of rain, like a morning bell coming from a distance.
Concept: Ruins are not only the end of destruction, but also the starting point of rebirth. Just as an abandoned theater eventually turns into "breathing starlight," the ruins of life can also become a container for new life through restoration and remembrance.