Every living being is but a speck of dust in this world. As time passes, countless bones are buried in desolate mountains. Yet even this tiny speck of dust has the potential to change the world.
Everyone is drunk, and only he is awake. Most people stumble forward in a daze, as if they were mere appendages on the wheel of time, muddling through life. But his footsteps never stopped. He once had no idea what his future held, yet he knew he couldn't stop here. As long as he kept moving forward, he would eventually reach that future.
He fought against fate. He raced against time. If he had someone to rely on, why would he have to fight so desperately?
