The Blue Gold Mine in the Whirlpool As far as the eye can see, the world seems to be weighed down by invisible "mountains" - those electronic product graveyards created by humans but constantly discarded are piling up higher and higher. Countless discarded computer motherboards and mobile phone circuit boards are scattered haphazardly, bearing the delicate traces and sophisticated components that once illuminated intelligence, silently yet heavily pressing against the gap between humans and nature. Through this vast, cold "relic", a rumbling factory stands at the end of the view. Workers in blue overalls, like calm figures wandering through a steel forest, fix their sharp eyes on the piles of gray-black circuit board waste constantly delivered by the assembly line. Looking up, a huge metal tower stands proudly - the core of this machine, the water-separation tower. A surging torrent of countless particles is lifted high by it, forming a violent whirlpool. The water spins and stirs at an astonishing speed and force, like a pulse quietly awakening and surging within the earth. Miraculously, the heavy metal treasures such as copper foil and gold foil immediately settle to the bottom of the whirlpool, glittering with their own unique light. While the residual materials stripped of precious components float away with the water like foam; other non-metallic plastic and resin fragments are gently guided by the water along predetermined paths into different channels. This precise and grand vortex is like an invisible giant hand, silently proclaiming the law of nature with the language of water: the heavy sinks while the light floats. Every precious inch of metal is carefully preserved and gathered, only to return to the red-hot melting furnace once again, transforming into the skeleton and bloodline of brand-new electronic devices; while the remaining plastics embark on another journey towards the nirvana of degradation or regeneration. The rumbling of the machines still resounds firmly, silently telling a new story. People are not creating garbage, but bowing to the old dreams of technology and quietly picking up forgotten gold mines. Every carefully disassembled circuit board ultimately becomes a green pointer pointing to the future. Those circuit bodies ruthlessly discarded by humans are re-cast into gold and given a new heartbeat by the ancient and wise power of water. This is not just a pure technological decomposition action, but also a profound reverence and repayment of humans to nature. Those silent, constantly rotating turbines and rushing water are disassembling the traces of human history in the most ancient and wisest way; at the same time, they are stitching up the long-torn wound between us and the earth. Amid the incessant noise of the machines, a simple and solemn promise is quietly whispered: when the wings of human technology spread, it is the beginning of our learning to inhabit this planet more gently and realize the dream of harmony between humans and nature.