Shi Moshang: his name, and the only memory he has of his past.
For a hundred years, a thousand, or perhaps ten thousand,
he kept traveling through different dimensions.
From being lost and confused at first to eventually navigating them with ease, he played at life.
He had never known defeat.
But he grew tired of it, and weary, so he made a decision that seemed insignificant.
Later, he couldn't say whether he regretted it or despised himself for it.
He... actually fell...
And fell so completely there was nothing left.
Sweet, bitter, sour: he tasted it all.
And somehow, he found himself looking forward to it more and more, unable to stop.
He... only wanted to like him, even to love him...
Theme: Once you've picked something up, hold on tight.
Hmm~ Why doesn't anyone comment??_??