Always, always, Yila felt like he walked in the endless long night... He walked alone on the rugged road, moving in a direction that others couldn't understand, and he said—
"At the end of the road, there is a treasure."
...
Along the way, Yila met many willing to travel together. Some hoped to see... what kind of treasure he spoke of.
Others simply wanted to walk in the long night with him.
People began to understand each other, and those lost in the night seemed to find a room, gradually gathering around Yila... because the beautiful future clearly lay here.
Those blocking the road, those making sarcastic comments, those who never believed in the existence of the treasure... some silently made way, some became Yila's companions with great interest, and some were curious, waiting for the final answer.
