Viki Esther Chang

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Station of Life

As the world accelerates at an unprecedented pace, progress no longer feels steady—it spirals. Systems evolve faster than people can adapt, and the promise of advancement begins to fracture into uncertainty. Cities expand, technology dominates, and time compresses, leaving society in a constant state of motion with no clear direction.

Station of Life explores a moment where humanity finds itself displaced—not by catastrophe, but by speed. Individuals become unsettled within environments designed for efficiency rather than belonging. The film reflects on how relentless change reshapes identity, connection, and our sense of place in a world that never pauses.

Written and directed by Viki Esther, Station of Life is a contemplative short film that examines the quiet tension between progress and humanity, asking a vital question: In the race toward the future, what are we leaving behind?

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Stations of Life - Humanity Briefly Unburdened

The day unfastens its bright buttons here,

slow as breath easing from a working chest.

Boats come home murmuring wood to water,

nets sag with the sleep of used hands,

and the river takes them all—

the ache, the salt, the quiet triumph of being fed

another ordinary miracle.

People gather as the world beyond accelerates,

steel hours screaming past glass towers,

while here a coin rings once in a palm

and becomes supper, becomes tomorrow.

Faces meet briefly, lit by necessity and kindness,

each life heavy with untold weather,

each crossing brief as a wingbeat—

yet enough, somehow, to warm the blood.

Night falls not as darkness but as mercy.

The moon lifts its pale eye

and the river answers in broken gold,

windows loosening their light into trembling veins,

ripples rehearsing eternity in fragments.

Nothing stays whole, nothing is lost—

light learns to scatter so it may survive.

Voices rise, fall, circle—

laughter loose and unpolished,

truth spoken without spectacle.

Love here does not declare itself;

it lives in rice shared,

in pauses between sentences,

in the way no one is running

from who they already are.

The water hums—

a low, womb-deep music—

waves touching shore like a patient pulse,

teaching time how to slow its step.

Here, minutes do not march;

they linger, they listen, they learn

what it means to be enough.

This village is a small bright defiance,

a treasure the rushing world forgets to steal.

While highways burn and futures multiply,

here time kneels, bareheaded,

remembering its first name.

And humanity, briefly unburdened,

stands in the glow of borrowed light,

alive, unhurried,

and astonishingly whole.

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Station of Life – Reflections of a Hollow ToweR

The towers rise.

Steel.

Glass.

Clean lines cutting the sky.

Morning puts on its uniform—

pressed shirts, steady smiles,

coffee swallowed like courage

before the climb begins again.

Here, life moves only one way.

Up…

or down.

Up is breath.

Down is disappearance.

Between floors, the lift hums softly,

deciding nothing,

carrying everything—

hope, fear, ambition, fatigue.

Laughter floats past—

light, quick, forgettable.

How are you?

Fine.

Busy.

Good.

Words touch,

then move on.

Behind the glass, behind the grin,

quieter trades are made.

Credit shifts hands.

Trust bends.

Success is claimed

before it cools.

And still—

romance slips in.

Late nights.

Shared silence.

Two figures at a window,

city lights trembling below.

A hand reaches.

Hesitates.

Withdraws.

Love here is brief,

careful,

unsure if it can afford to stay.

They look whole—

well dressed, well lit, well managed.

But inside, something wears thin.

Long hours folded into sacrifice.

Days traded for dinner tables.

Money sent home

as proof of love.

Yes—

wealth is built here.

Ideas sharpen.

Lives improve.

The towers do make futures possible,

even as they empty those who build them.

This rhythm—

fast, exact, relentless—

is the only one many of us know.

At night, the city glows.

Every window burns with effort.

From far away, it is beautiful.

Up close—

it aches.

Still, we climb.

Still, we stay.

Because we must.

Because we need to.

And when the lights finally dim,

when steel exhales its tired breath,

one question remains—

quiet,

unanswered:

Is this living…

or just surviving success?

Stories that Reflect Our Lives

Pursue Viki Esther’s aspiration to create short films that capture human emotion, social change, and the accelerating pace of the modern world through intentional cinematic storytelling.

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