Bathed in a hush of violet light, this corner of the Kaohsiung Museum of Fine Arts becomes a threshold between the tangible and the unseen. Three silent chairs face a luminous hedge, poised like sentinels of a forgotten ritual. Here, architecture dissolves into atmosphere—edges blur, time slows, and the ordinary takes on the weight of dream. This image is not a record of space, but a conjuring: a meditation on stillness, mystery, and the spaces we carry within.