Discarded molded plates and super-low budget,stimulates advertising company in ways never before seen... The monarch of Clouds lingers in the sky, wandering, its brilliance shining boundlessly. Chuci, Nine Songs—The Monarch of Clouds A journey has a beginning: so it has an end. But creative spaces differ. It all depends on whether the executor wants to give just a hint; or to strive for utmost detail. Retaining imagination; the remaining music echoes throughout the roofs; underlying sounds and meanings; is therefore boundless. Departing from fixed expectations of universal values, using wooden pallets still stained with marks of cement, weaving an orderly outline, like quiet and solemn soldiers in rows, wearing their life’s hardship like armor, once more they step onto the battlefield. Purposely covered large windows, though the light and emerald green shines through ever so brightly, cannot fight the shell of loneliness that silently shuts itself in. Looking around, they appear to be shining cocoons, or like the dark night, boundless. The low light streaks are like tenacious silk, lithe, yet full of life. The towering bound iron partitions, though not as wide as the border between two opposing powers, are able to carve out many dimensions of parallel universes, with the helping force of light, the web extends towards four corners like branches, like thought begetting breath, sometimes expanding, sometimes compressing.