黃科畯

At sunrise, the sky seemed to be divided into two worlds. To the left was the fiery dawn, burning with hope like flames; to the right was the deep blue night, guarding tranquility like ice. Ice and fire did not devour each other, but embraced at the boundary of dawn, making the sea of ​​clouds the stage where these two forces met. This was not opposition, but balance; not an end, but the beginning of a new life.