All we can say is that everything is God's will. If not, how can we explain all these incredible things?
The billowing world of mortals, all the floating phenomena, and the mist of clear smoke are all changing unconsciously, leaving only a wisp of a lonely soul floating around, where is home.
You said, family is the world. The arrogant tone could not erase the loneliness in his eyes.
However, my home has always been small, and I am the only one left.
My arrival was just an accident, but accident was based on necessity. The streams of light overlap and the phantoms alternate. What is reality? What is falsehood?