After My Sanity Runs Out

I live on the wasteland, where all kinds of adorable creatures dwell besides me.

The floating eyeball that often comes to play chess with me is terrible at it and always cheats;

The cold ones, who race past in great flocks, come from far away and head off to somewhere even farther;

The starlight hiding in the rain, mischievously playing tricks on careless passersby;

And the butterfly, whose beauty can only be admired from afar, dancing gracefully as it flutters to and fro.

At some point, I realized I had lost my name, so I set out on a journey to find it.

I traveled across every part of the wasteland: Water Mountain, the Holy City, the Rift Valley, and Cloudstream Gorge, all in search of my past.

After all, the past holds more futures than the present.