Group Exhibition Entrance Space, Zhengzhou
In a distant age, there existed a city with no name. People simply called it the Place of Flux.
Its secret lay in the breath of every dawn: each morning the city awoke unlike the day before. Its streets, buildings, and even its geographical location shifted with the dreams of the night, turning in the wind.
In this Place of Flux, transformation had long become the norm. Its inhabitants had grown accustomed to this endless state of change. Their ways of living, customs, and even their language evolved along with the city itself.
You are a young traveler who has journeyed from a distant homeland to this city. As you wander through it, you witness its daily transformations and encounter people of every kind: passersby, wanderers, protesters, drifters, penitents, pilgrims... Each tells you a different story about the city, about change and stability, and about what it means to live between the two.
Yet when you attempt to leave, the city transforms into a vast, ever-shifting labyrinth. Every turn draws you deeper into its interior. Again and again, you search for an exit, only to fail.
In the end, you realize that the only way to escape the labyrinth is not by running alone, but through a collective walk—moving together with all of its inhabitants.
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