A Passerby in the Human World: Quick Transmigration

The galaxy blazes, and you are the ideal of this world. The bright moon shines coolly, and you are the dawn of this world. The world is indifferent, and you are its warmth. With a galaxy filling your eyes, you are the gentle breeze and full moon of this world. As all things rise and fall, you are the road home. While everyone else is ordinary, you are the starlight of this world. As the world changes without warning, you are its dazzling splendor. Beneath a tree in full bloom, you are where my heart longs to go.

Amid the clamor of this world and the noise of the universe, you are but a passerby in the mortal realm.

You are a free wind, out of step with the world. Everyone else is just passing through your life, and you are passing through theirs. They want to keep you, but in the end, they can only leave in disappointment.

The conquest of scumbag men is underway. At first, I was only a passerby in life, with nothing but worldly entanglements and old obsessions. I thought that once everything was over, I would have no lingering attachments.

But I never expected to return after completing the mission, only to have to go back and clean up my own mess.

Theme: Seeing through worldly affairs