I returned to a hospital from a century ago, as though crossing the deep river of time. Black and white mark the nodes of this temporal journey, but it is the eyes that form the solitary bridge. Beneath this bridge, the umbilical cord connecting to the earth still sways, though the infant at the other end has long vanished. A hundred years later, I am still searching for their traces. My vision gradually blurs, and when it refocuses, time has brought me back to that afternoon—sunlight streaming through the same window. Yet, the cradle has disappeared.
The seeds sown in the chill of winter have scattered into flowers across the world. Now, they attempt to foster new life in this room, seeking the lost imprints of the past. But the scene before me begins to fade! The world slowly reverts to vibrant colors, and I desperately strive to capture these traces of life, to hold them and place them onto the earth!
Suddenly, the cradle begins to grow, maturing in an instant. It stands there, fully formed, bearing all the white objects within it, gazing back at me.
