HEREAFTER
by: zECHEN HUANG
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It was said that the Human body is a machine which winds its own springs, but can it be rusted, or can it be autumn.
Surrealism, concentrated as a representative form of human, a living organ. Heart, lungs, kidney, liver, gut, veins. As containers of DataHall, Medical Research Centre, loading, office, services functioning.
He’s holding his hands, the blood, the skin, did he find his father?
The wrinkles.
Oh, it’s the shadow of himself.
He is finally here, Cocoroc, the forgotten town.
A flat wasteland with lush staggered trees popping out, obscuring part of your view. You can see it, in the fog, it might look strange.
Don’t doubt, don’t hesitate, follow the roads and you’ll find your hidden ways.
HereAfter was deeply embedded in the forest. It was an enormous Datacenter and Medical Research Center for experiments exploring the extension of reality. The nature, the landscape, is it nature? Look closer, look closer. Scattered Solar flower growing from the ground, the water, wabbling, adopting the utility poles connected one place to another.
If you enter the facility and go further, much further to the center, you can even hear the heartbeat from the core. It’s a living thing, evolving, improving, self-maintaining.
They work together as allies, not adversaries, complementing the false, reveals and recreate the truth. Is reality the reality, is reality the truth? Either way, they belong to you.
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