AYATA Hotel weaves the theater of Chengdu life with the warp and weft of time and space. We awaken the figurines of singing and dancing from the Han Dynasty bricks, transforming them into cultural messengers named Yongbao, who shuttle through this space. The plain cement dome solidifies the breath of the earth, while the rammed earth walls rec-ord the texture of local customs. The wooden grain floor tiles spread out like historical rubbings. The floating tea room carries the mist of Mengding tea into the gray frame, and within the display cases, Han Dynasty pottery and contemporary art exchange a virtual high-five. Na-tive green plants pierce through the concrete planters and stretch to-wards the sky. When daylight slices through the spatial sections, scenes of salons, parties, and meditation freely metamorphose under the dome. The colli-sion of wabi-sabi aesthetics and fashionable coolness ferments into a third proposal for living within AYATAs theater.