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October 18, 2024
5m
ZH
Hung Wan-yu
From emptiness, a gentle breeze stirs, gathering grasses and leaves to form a creature. Grass turns to feathers, leaves to body. As It catch sight of itself, the world echoes into being, stirred by the wind. Feeling others, It is felt in return, in a rhythm where all boundaries blur into a seamless dance of harmony...


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