In this scorched earth where even the sun is a fake, we are each other's mirror image and perverse.
I am Hou Yi, a man who had to shoot down the sun or else burn himself, but was forced to wear colorful clothes and feathers.
He is Chang'e, a man who longs to ascend to the cold moon palace but refuses to acknowledge the womb in his body. He uses spar as his flesh and his singing voice as his blood.
We exchange pain, chewing on each other's deformed love to the accompaniment of Kunqu opera played by radiated cockroaches.
The Law of the Wasteland tells us to either become a martyr or a magician.
We choose to be both at the same time - in the manner of the ascetics of the ancient Indian civilization.
Concept: There is only absurdity and eternity in the universe, and fate plays tricks on people.