Memory is like blood vessels, an indispensable part of the human body. It is both exposed and hidden, existing in the realms of both the subconscious and conscious states. Those memories marked by emotion, like oxygen-carrying red blood cells, are constantly pumped at the border between dreams and reality. They are no longer complete—each cycle is a reconstruction, developing in the darkroom of the subconscious as faded negatives, misplaced montages, or a blurry spectrum tinted by emotion. In the end, the authority of memory is deconstructed, leaving only traces intertwined like blood vessels and a collective hallucination about reality.