In such a speeding world, a building that is supposed to be sheltering human for a good few generation can be abandoned quite easily. They became ruins so quickly. An economy depression can make Detroit a beautiful ghost town; A war can easily poke millions of holes to the buildings in Syria; A Nuclear explosion can make a whole city move to another place; Some buildings were abandoned when they were not even born because of a realty investigation failure. All of those buildings were once sincerely built for human, but ironically deserted by human themselves, too. Despite all the restriction from the authorities, can human wonder, or inhabit there in a randomness of nature? Can human push forward Architectural reincarnation rather than leaving those ghost towns freeze in the cycle? Could explorers or vagrant paint a natural inhabitation story in those contemporary ruins, a place that stresses the importance of death and birth, to compose a poetic rhythm of architectural eternity?