While working on THE ALTAR 2 - in which I focused on the disappeared forests that sacrificed their lives for the extravagant resort, I found skeleton leaves under those well-planted, fully-pesticide-protected trees as if they were living in a fancy world that would last forever with almost no struggle. They seem to flourish happily without knowing about the sacrifice of their ancestors or the natural forest with all its dirt, bugs and all the ups and downs of life. Those trees and the tourists who come here for their dream weekend in the lavish, all-white European-style resort, are they satisfy living this un-real life?