Born in Hong Kong at the end of the colonial era. A witness to the city’s apocalypse and void of identity. An artist who named himself to be nameless: “cyrusNONAME”. From the moment of awakening, there has been no way to dispel the questions of why one was born and where one is going. Fallen into a corner of the universe, surrounded by abyssal darkness and loneliness that drives one to insanity. Through mythology, religion and philosophy, we attempt to get closer to our Creator to justify our existence. Where life is suspended in the secular realm created by desire, and one wrestles with a growing sense of helplessness, the soul shall become submerged in illusions, or come to its awareness and burn until it reaches the opening to the other shore.