I live in the wilderness, where there are all sorts of lovely creatures besides me. The floating eyeballs who often come to me to play chess are so bad at chess that they always cheat; Hordes of cold people whistling by, they come from afar, and they go afar; The starlight that hides in the rain makes it bad, and they sly play tricks on the careless passer-by; There are also butterflies that can only be seen from afar, dancing and flying up and down. At some point, I realized that I had lost my name, and I embarked on a journey to find it. Mountains of water, holy cities, rift valleys, cloud streams, I walked through every part of the wasteland, just to find the past. After all, the past has more of a future than the present.