A tranquil descent into a half-waking dream, Untitled by Xunzi Wang unfolds as a quiet storm of light, texture, and inner reverie. Through distorted reflections, tangled remnants, and ephemeral gestures, the book evokes a world suspended between presence and disappearance — movements flickering through shadow and static. It is both a glimpse inside and a lingering echo, a journey through matter, suggesting that the way to arrive at light is through the deepest possible exploration of darkness.