Thousands of old windows were destroyed and burned during the Cultural Revolution, yet now it is cherished and collected due to its historical value and the exquisite craftsmanship involved. The reflection of history becomes a contemporary spectacle. What is the destiny and identity of the old window? And is it actually open or closed? To those silkworms and cocoons residing on the window, does the moment when they break from the cocoon refer to one when they break from the window?