Antique Items at the Old Bridge

The remarkably precise manner of their movements, as if they were a single entity, is the energy they sense, suspended in time. It resides in the most astonishing images of a realm, where they ride on beautiful warrior horses that march, where the wondrous and feared being is reflected; a man with the appearance of a monkey. He questions: “What is this vision that beckons him and teaches him the handling of the weapon in his hands?” The force amidst the dense vegetation flows, he cannot avert his gaze; it draws him in, showing him the celestial armies, what connects him to it, and when he touches it, he falls. It’s at that moment when Zhang Huaixian is near him. Zhang Huaixian asks him:

—Brother, what’s the matter?

Huang Yang slowly rises and responds: —I don’t know.

The child brings him a glass of water, while the grandfather approaches: —Son, what’s wrong?

—I don’t know, grandfather, it’s as if I’ve been transported to another era.