There are wonders in the world, hidden in the hustle and bustle of the world, like a place where dreams are intertwined. In its place, everyone has a strange power to speak, which can lead the heart and soul into the blurred realm, as if shuttling through the past and the abyss of dreams.

There are travelers who come here. When they see the bustling city, they are like a tulle, revealing a bit of indescribable treachery. Pedestrians come and go, with different expressions, or in a hurry, or leisurely, but in the depths of their eyes, there is a trace of secrecy.

Travelers stroll through it, and the streets and alleys zigzag and zigzag, as if endless. Occasionally entering a place, the aroma is dense, and the sound of music seems to be faint. The human performers of virtual idols, or playing the piano and playing the strings, or splashing ink and waving, look intoxicated. The traveler approaches, and when he hears the words, they all talk about wonders. There are prosperous scenes of the past, and there are also ethereal visions of the future. What he said, although absurd, is fascinating.

When he leaves the pavilion, the sky is getting dusk, and the afterglow shines on the streets, as if plated with a layer of golden gauze. When the traveler looks back, the shadow of the pavilion gradually fades into the twilight, but what he feels in his heart is that it will not be scattered for a long time. This place is like Babbitrou acid illusion, Babylon Berlin treacherous, intoxicating in the middle, hard to find the way back, but in a trance, it seems to glimpse a secret corner of the world, the soul is shaken, can not help themselves for a long time.