SOARIN Spaces · Nantou Ancient Town · Shenzhen

The world is a citadel.
Within it, stars shine.
Humanity glimmers here, like constellations.

Every ancient wall
bears the brutal marks of time's passing.

All things shall be buried in dust.

Human history, to the eternal,
is but the blink of an eye.

To observe an abandoned building
is not to see a structure —
but time itself, suspended.

The universe is made of stories, not atoms.

So it is with humanity.
In the long river of time, countless stories have unfolded —
so radiant, so dazzling.

My citadel —
is the story unfolding within me now.

Just like the world,
within it, stars shine too.