Library

There is a room here with four girls living in it. One is in the room, often staring blankly at the white paper. Look at it from a piece of paper that was originally very white, to slowly becoming dirty. One likes to stand silently by the window, as if looking for something. Is it freedom or relief? Help or salvation? One was carrying a small stool and sitting at the door. The confused look, but also the waiting with purpose. Squatting in a small corner of the house, there is no warmth from the sun, only the coldness of darkness. But the earth will rotate, and one day the sun will shine throughout the house. Everyone in the house will escape from the house and go to the house that belongs to them.