(A journey through myriad worlds, not a world-creation story; third person, not first person)
I came from the mortal world, and back to the mortal world I go.
I care nothing for fame or fortune, yet remain amid the mortal world.
Blood stains the blades, but none touches my clothes; dust rolls over me, yet leaves no trace.
Even immortals, Buddhas, and gods are no match for me. I shift the stars and constellations with a laugh.
Heroes, beauties, emperors, and generals all face aging, illness, death, sorrow, joy, parting, and reunion.
Monsters, spirits, demons, and ghosts are no more than petty schemers, greedy and small-minded.
Alas!
Unmoved by honor or disgrace, I calmly watch the flowers bloom and fall in the courtyard. Carefree about coming or going, I let the clouds drift and gather beyond the sky.
