A brilliant meteor streaked across the earth, falling in silence.
A thousand years ago, someone stood above the Western Sea, strummed his sword, and sang: “Where can I find a Heaven-Piercing Sword, to cross the sea and slay the giant whale?”
A thousand years later, a young man walked with a sword in his arms, a woman in red by his side. With one swing, a thousand winds rose.
“Do you really have to go back?”
“It was decided from the very beginning.”
“Will everything you care about here vanish like smoke?”
He gazed at the figures beneath the sky and fell silent.
