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Voice-over Narrative：

Cities are strange. People squeeze into these places, each with their own stories, following their own destinies, pockets filled with dreams. They cram themselves into apartments buildings, and yet never step out to meet their neighbors, with no knowledge of the future.

The Chinese village is going extinct. The sunlight there is pale; the air murky. The roads will run as long as train tracks; the houses rising from the ground like an endlessly undulating hills. The village will become a sea of lights, people streaming into every crack and crevice. Urbanization in China may not seem so bad, but in truth it quite disturbing. One day a monster will be staring us in the face—a strange, cold, and dank gargantuan monstrosity of concrete, that couldn’t seem more a natural part of life. It will have a life of its own.

The midnight city is silent as I run along its streets. I feel as if I’m running in a living thing, in the organs of some beast. I could feel my pulse, the beating of my heart—or it is just my own? I don’t know. I just keep running, breathing, living.

Midnight. Silence.

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