The old man seemed to see, in the distant East, a ship sailing towards this world.
Moonlight rose, scorching the ocean's torrents and the sky's azure, crashing against icebergs, spreading magnificent white across the Mortal World.
The horizon silently watched all things rise and fall.
Compared to this, the figure of the old man gazing seemed so small.
He wished to ride the wind, leap off mountains, ascend the firmament, and do all that no mortal could. Yet he was bound hand and foot, throat blocked, able only to gaze at that grand and noble moonlight.
A beam of moonlight fell into his palm, he lowered his head, seeing the silver-white moonlight flowing through his fingers, through his eyes, surging like a stream.
In that moment, his chest seemed to share the same surge, named "Eternal."
Thump thump, thump thump.
Thump thump, thump thump.
...
"[… A young man walked a long, long road, carrying an oil lamp, finally heading in a familiar direction.]"
