In the dense white mist, thick like cotton wool, as the view gradually drew closer, that illusory giant tree connecting heaven and earth appeared once more before Shard.
Every time he saw the shadow left by the Father of the Infinite Tree, it signified the end of an adventure. Those people, those stories, would all be buried in the dust and corners of history. Shard, who witnessed each story, was like the countless rings on the giant tree recording history, merely documenting it all.
Every time he saw the shadow left by the Father of the Infinite Tree, there was a completely different feeling. But at least this time, Shard felt a little less melancholy, because he knew that his newly met friends would have relatively good endings.
