I came from a mountain, climbed over a mountain, and arrived at the destination mentioned by others. There were villages and pools of water, and the grass and flowers were all withered. That place was not what I expected. I wanted to turn back, but the sun was setting in the west. I saw that the road I came from was full of thorns, so I asked passers-by and found a different path. The path was gentle and long, fast and slow, but I never reached the end...
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
