The end of all things is also a new starting point. Just as the country he founded is heading towards despair, its destiny has also embarked on a new journey.
"Who is he?
Is it a dead soul from a thousand years ago or a member of all living beings? Is it a great man enshrined on a shrine or a mustard seed among the ten feet of soft red?
"Me?" The young man plucked the strings, and the music turned into laughter.
"I'm just a bard."
Whether making new friends or visiting old friends, his poems have been written with footprints on the road, sometimes in the desert, sometimes on the beach, sometimes in the mountains, sometimes on the official road, from the starting point to the end, roughly forming a circle.
Intention: Light and darkness are entangled and fighting - this is the world where we suffer and miss each other so much.