Time goes by, things change, and the stars change. He doesn't know how many years he has lived in this world. It seems that time has no meaning to him. The passage of time has no impact on him...
It's like he doesn't belong to the past, the future, or maybe this time and space...
At this moment, he didn't know where he was. Around him, there was no one inhabited for hundreds of miles...
A thatched house was located on this wasteland. He felt that the thatched house was too simple, so he waved his hand and a courtyard that was incompatible with this place appeared...
He carries a hoe on his back, works at sunrise and rests at sunset, living a life like a man wandering around in the clouds and wild cranes...
Until one day, someone came here...
