A lily in the inferno. Wilting, yet still open. We carry these shattered ruins to nihility, mourning the beauty that has passed away. We see so much every day that we have to sift through the noise to find what matters. The more synthetic the world becomes, the more clearly we recognise this. The feeling of human, the feeling of real. Messy, unpolished, pure. - ［Details］ 9 October (Friday) 23:00 til late Social Room - ［Genres］ 解構 · 碎拍 · 工業 · 情感暴力 Deconstructed / Broken / Industrial / Hard