In 2009, I was once deeply trapped in a core zone filled with struggle and danger, experiencing various encounters such as intimidation, fright, and hunger. It was not until after the lifting of the ban that I left the area and, while washing the landscape photos I took at the time, I discovered that the skin of my palms had covered almost the solidified position of the sky, leaving painful lines and traces of growth on the sky. In this war, there was no honor, only survivors.