The autumn sun gently falls upon the window ledge, where the security guard’s potted cactus bursts into bright red-and-gold blooms. In the factory yard, production never ceases, batch after batch of carbon raiser is packed and shipped far and wide without end. Through this window, autumn’s hues, along the production line, steady work. As time slowly moves forward, it carries its own boundless, ever-renewing vitality.
