看似寫實的建築，卻因無盡的黑空、消失的盡頭、強光的反射，而化為一場夢境般的異想世界。在這個空間裡，沒有邏輯，時間，因果。正如笛卡兒說，我怎麼知道我不是在做夢？唯一不能懷疑的是：「我正在思考」。
What appears to be a realistic structure transforms into a dreamlike, fantastical world—
not because of what it is,
but because of the endless black void, the vanishing end,
and the blinding reflections.
In this space, there is no logic, no time, no causality.
As Descartes once asked:
“How do I know I am not dreaming?”
The only thing that cannot be doubted is:
“I am thinking.”