In the boundless void, an invisible ripple spreads, as if through the mists of time, connecting the past with the future. These ripples are at once strange and familiar, like a long-lost breath, evoking some forgotten memory. In memory, there is a rootless and passive emotion hidden, as if it has existed since ancient times, and it seems that it has never existed. This emotion has no end and no beginning, there is no escape, only to let it spread in the heart. In this deep nothingness, a vague figure gradually emerged from the depths of the mist, and kept repeating