Lonely Across the Myriad Worlds
A little martial world of flashing blades and crossed swords,
Moving mountains and draining seas takes no skill.
Faces stay young as the world grows old,
Across the myriad worlds, all beauty brings only loneliness.
The sun and moon turn, the world grows old and fades. A snap of the fingers, and who knows how many years have passed.
Mortals age easily, and time never stops. Watching the affairs of the world with a smile, who knows how many cycles have passed.
Faces remain unchanged, but youth is gone. One day follows another, and who knows how many years have passed.
How vast are the worlds? Even counting on one's fingers cannot tell. How many will pass on their tales? Who knows how many traces have vanished.
This is a story spanning countless worlds!
This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any similarities are purely coincidental. Do not imitate.
