Once, in Beijing, a young girl in a red gown huddled in a doorway.

The warm dirty mist saturates every poor. Across the street relentless construction of new industry raged on erasing the remnants of an older time.

The girl tries to imagine the world as it was, as she has learned in her history books. But now only progress and drives her world. She can not hear or picture the silence or the wildernesses she imagines and longs for. She grows weary of the diminishing magic of the unknown.