Darkness, chaos, a time when heaven and earth were yet to be divided, and everywhere was nothing but a boundless, endless fog. The figure walking swayed back and forth, treading into the depths of this endless mist, bewildered and unaware of his own presence.
How long has he been walking like this? How much longer does he have to walk like this? Why did he embark on this path, and when did he set foot on it?
The traveler thought somewhat blankly, feeling he had forgotten many things. He even forgot his own name and origin, as if since the day of his "birth," he had been walking on this endless misty path, with the destination being a forgotten end, and the starting point seeming to belong to another lifetime.
