Hallelujah Bamboo

Nahatulang ng tatlong taon sa kulungan si Ling Yiran dahil sa car accident na pumatay sa kanyang fiancee na si Yi Jinli, ang pinakamayaman sa Shen City.Nang makalaya sa kulungan, sa hindi inaasahang mga pangyayari napukaw niya ang atensyon ni Yi Jinli. Lumuhod siya sa sahig at nagmakaawa, “Yi Jinli, parang awa mo na, pakawalan mo na ako!” Ngunit ngumiti lang si Yi Jinly at sinabi, “Sister, hindi kita papakawalan kahit kailan.”Bali-balita na tila walang pakialam si Yi Jinli sa kahit sinuman, pero sa di malamang dahilan, ginagawa niya ang lahat para lang suyuin ang isang sanitation worker girl na nakulong sa loob ng tatlong taon. Ngunit dahil sa aksidente na nangyari noon, naubos ang pagmamahal niya para kay Yi Jinli at nagdesisyon na lisanin siya.Makalipas ang maraming taon, lumuhod si Yi Jinli at nagmakaawa, “Yiran, bumalik ka lang saking tabi, gagawin ko ang lahat para sayo.” Ngunit tinigan lang siya ni Yiran at sinabi, “Edi magpakamatay ka.”

Ling Yiran had been sentenced to three years in prison due to the car accident that killed the fiancée of Yi Jinli, the richest man in Shen City. When released from prison, she somehow ended up catching the attention of Yi Jinli. She kneeled on the ground and begged him, "Yi Jinli, can you let me go?" But he only smiled and said, "Sister, I will never let you go." It was said that Yi Jinli was completely indifferent to anyone and everyone, but for some reason, he did everything he could to please a sanitation worker girl who had been in prison for the past three years. However, the truth of the car accident that year had robbed her of all her love for him, and she ran away. Many years later, he begged her while on the ground, "Yiran, as long as you return by my side, I will do anything for you." But she only stared at him coldly and said, "Then, go die."

She was once a woman—a lesbian to be exact—in her past life, fantasizing about having a date with beautiful girls and dreaming to act like a real man does someday. But she was afraid to show her true colors because she was living in a judgemental society. Not until, she was trapped in a burning hospital building, trying to save an old woman before herself but only to find out that old woman was only an apparition of a deceased person. She died there, sacrificing her life for nothing. Many things happened in her mind before she runs out of breath. The next thing happened, she emerged from a bamboo tree and woke up into another realm. And to her surprise, she was reincarnated as a teenage guy possessing magical skills. She is Princess Maria Isabelle De Lata who later known as Reign Thunderstorm in the magical world of Artesia. And this is her… wait a minute… and this is the story of how she or… he became a legend.

In the coastal quiet of Baler, a studio is born—not of architecture, but of intention.* Founded by Yam, a poet whose words cradle pain gently, and Franc, an artist who paints tenderness into walls, the studio becomes a refuge for those learning to stay—with grief, love, longing, and themselves. As visitors arrive, they leave behind more than footprints: a sigh recorded in bamboo, a poem tucked into the “Found Letters” shelf, a mural painted in crooked lines. Through zines, tea, silence, and sketchbooks, the studio teaches softness as revolution. Ren creates the *Window of Soft Returns*, an installation of anonymous voice recordings—each whisper forming a community of echoes. Drew builds the *Staircase With No Wrong Turns*, inviting people to walk through emotions without shame. Franc offers brushstrokes as brave work, and Yam curates writing circles that map healing in half sentences. Together, they host festivals that feel like hugs, and they begin traveling their archive, letting softness cross oceans. Even those who once left—like Miguel—return, discovering that some doors never truly close. Others, like Tala, capture the studio’s sound and turn it into a podcast of breath and becoming. Over seventy chapters, the studio transforms into something larger than itself: a mural of memory, a sanctuary for second chances, a place where return is sacred and voice is proof of survival. In the final bloom, the studio stands not as a monument—but as a reminder: > *“Staying isn’t easy. > But chosen together, > it becomes home.”*