Geisha [Backrooms]

The Japanese people believed that there was a backstage, a place that our real world tries to replicate. Today, Geisha Yan Lian was strolling the grounds of her family's palace. As always, she had put on makeup and dressed as if for a parade. After a while, she wanted to think about the paintings on the wall for the night. Suddenly, her hand literally went through the wall. She couldn't help but fall forward. She found herself in a liminal space, surrounded by walls covered in yellow wallpaper with a pattern. It was like a labyrinth. The Japanese people believed that there was a backstage, a place that our real world tries to replicate. Today, Geisha Yan Lian was strolling the grounds of her family's palace. As always, she had put on makeup and dressed as if for a parade. After a while, she wanted to think about the paintings on the wall for the night. Suddenly, her hand literally went through the wall. She couldn't help but fall forward. She found herself in a liminal space, surrounded by walls covered in yellow wallpaper with a pattern. It was like a labyrinth. (I'm bad at English, sorry.)