The wind blows day and night across a gleaming ring resting on the sand. More than an installation, it is a miniature library. If knowledge is priceless, then the books that hold Pingtung’s memories are the brightest gems on Haikou’s shore. Inside the ring are three works of local literature, each page carrying the breath of Pingtung. Step into the ring, read under shifting iridescent light, and watch the words refract like facets of a diamond, scattering the region’s light and shadow.

This small sanctuary offers travelers a quiet harbor—an invitation to pick up a poem amid the rushing wind and feel the brilliance of local literature, shimmering like a precious stone.