In the depths of the cosmos, amidst a floating, spectacular nebulae, the largest of them resembled an outstretched arm, palm facing upward, the surrounding stars minuscule like dust in front of it. Below the nebula at a piece of broken land, this land drifting through cosmic space without its own direction, like a fallen leaf. Atop the broken land was a mountain, barren and desolate without plants or water.
An ancient stela stood midway up the mountain.
An old man staggered his way towards the stela, mumbling about something.
His gazes were calculative, yet serene.