The mountains and rivers in Yunmengze seem to have been quiet and peaceful for too long, giving people the illusion of being corrupted by time.
The little raccoon cat took a nap, and when he looked up again, he no longer knew what night it was.
Yihen sat on the mossy stone steps, rested his sword and fell asleep, dreaming for a thousand years.
Concept: This world is always heading toward collapse as if entropy is increasing.