‘Shanghai, 11:37 p.m. The lights draw geometric shadows on the facades, the distant echo of a sumptuous era where mystery and sophistication merged. A spicy breath, the dazzling sweetness of lychee, the woody depth of a lingering secret. She slips between the columns of a city in motion, elusive, touching the air of fleeting elegance. She disappears under the red lanterns, leaving behind only a bewitching trail.’ – Cherigan (translated)
