Antuo is not a found mountain but a consumed one: its rock built Shenzhen, and the cliff is simply the trace of that extraction. The project does not try to heal the cut — it declares it. By folding art into the rock face — the Soul Cave, the Art Cave, the Gate of Time — and unfolding nature across the plateau, it turns an engineering by-product into a habitable archive, where the city reads, at full scale, the material it is made of.