Wanderer of the Vast Wilds

[Dedicated to every child who doesn't know what lies ahead]

There are gods in this world. When they open their eyes, day breaks; when they close them, night falls.

Everyone is strange. As someone so ordinary and mediocre, where am I supposed to go?

A thick fog rolls in. The old priest with enormous ears speaks solemnly:

“Now, it's your turn...”

The young man strides forward with resolve, his figure vanishing into the horizon

Where another pair appears, lighting up the eyes of the world...

There are gods in this world.

They are called

“Wayfarers.”