Going back to my childhood memories of raising silkworms. The physical existence of human beings was erased, and only my consciousness as an experiencer existed in my childhood bedroom.

My existence in the past decomposed in the Animistic Garden* of my childhood. A not-fit-in body felt tired in human society, and my cyber body and Ghost returned to the nowhere’s land, and the “classroom”, where the children worship silkworms and rejoice in their transformation - they are divine beings rather than any other manmade shapes.

In the secret rituals, words from anthropocentric ideology are invading. Nevertheless, all the matter will be decomposed, as planetary changes, because in the end, the cosmos has it all.

*An animism garden, without urbanization, politicization, or commodification – where nature reclaims itself, alongside the concept of "Extinction of mankind, everything comes alive.”