There is a gray wasteland in the world. There is no boundary between heaven and earth, and no sequence of morning and evening.
Intangible veins entwine the void, and thousands of phantoms wander around, trapped in a closed loop woven by obsessions and conventions, rising and falling year by year, with no way to break free.
People in the world use time as a ruler and rules as a cage. They are content with appearances and indulge in illusions. They cannot get out of the situation of self-deception throughout their lives.
The only solitary figure stands quietly on the edge of chaos, staying outside the time sequence, not crossing sentient beings, not involved in ups and downs, silently watching the reincarnation of the world and the silence of heaven and earth, staying with the boundless grayness forever.
Intention: The world uses morning and evening to mark the year, binds itself with order, and creates the illusion of time and the secular cage with its own hands.
Everyone is trapped by past obsessions and human ties, living by the established rules, deceiving themselves and healing themselves, sinking into reincarnation, and never dare to face the truth that the world is chaotic and void.
The ruins are eternally silent, neither born nor destroyed, neither increasing nor decreasing.
There is a solitary shadow standing outside the time sequence, not getting involved or intervening, just watching the flow of illusions, all living beings are trapped in themselves, and using the boundless dust to illuminate the deepest emptiness and shackles of the human heart.