Hunting: The Wonders of the World

Standing above the river of time, I saw that the waters below were made up of countless worlds, each one being born or fading away.

Swirling eddies formed universes, while hidden currents became devourers, kneading bubbles of illusory nothingness into new worlds.

Countless terrifying powerhouses had even leaped out of their worlds and struggled in the river, searching for new realms.

So I'm nothing more than a speck of dust, too.