The Place Where Birds Fall

There is no land in this world. People want to fly as soon as they are born. They keep walking throughout their lives and cannot stop in their lives. If you stop, it will sink. If it sinks, it disappears. I am Crow, an orphan from Jingxu, a person who is born to be able to stop. I can stand, I can pin, I can make a falling stone hang in mid-air. A lame traveler came to me and gave me a bone fragment engraved with a footless bird and said, "You are not an ordinary person. You are a footless bird." An ancient song says: A bird without feet falls but does not sink. It is nailed to the void and the world. The place where the bird falls is the bottom of the world. I embarked on a road with no end, passing through the white mist, through the broken wings, through the bottom of the suspended land, and met a group of people who were also flying and looking for a place to stay. They all say: If you find the legless bird, you can find the bottom of the world. But I gradually discovered that the real problem is not "where is the bottom", but - Do I want to stop?