The old and weathered laughter rose. An old man wearing a Bamboo Hat stepped out at a leisurely pace. His garments danced lightly with the wind, as though woven from ethereal mist. They lacked substance yet possessed an extraordinary presence that defied all logic.
The elderly man's gaze was as profound as the starry sea, his eyes twinkling with a mysterious light, as if hiding billions of years of history and the secrets of countless parallel worlds.
When you gazed into those eyes, it was as if you fell into an endless vortex of time, where each blink might reveal a different scene.
Majestic mountain ranges, vast starry rivers, bustling markets, desolate ruins... Each image was a world unto itself; every fleeting change, a traversal through time and space.
His face was etched with the traces of time, the wrinkles like an ancient map, narrating endless tales.
