The smell of crops touches your nostrils. Nearby a point where you are standing is a small building. It is not hanging, yet it is high above your head. Dozens of chickens are underneath waiting some crops to fall. Your hand hold on the stair. It is made of dried branches of trees. Without worrying,… Continue reading Before the Storm

Seven skinny cows gobble seven fat ones, they are sequentially appeared in your dream. At a glance, seven dried wheat stalks and seven wet wheat stems emerge. You are awake. Your mind is struck by the oddness. You have a hunch that it is a sign, perhaps a message from the universe? The increasingly confusion… Continue reading Seven Skinny Cows