The seas turn into mulberry fields, time changes, day and night alternate, eternally revolving.
Time is the most merciless, rumbling according to its established laws.
No matter how unparalleled a talent you are, no matter how extraordinary a hero, under the passage of time, you will eventually be submerged in the vast history.
Star shifting, mountains turning into seas, seas moving horizontally, time alternates.
Even the vast oceans can transform into land, the sun, moon, and stars must shift with time, and all things will ultimately disappear.
...
This is a mountain range, an unremarkable mountain range.
Green mountains and waters, lush vegetation, ancient pines towering skyward, the air filled with the refreshing fragrance of plants, making one feel invigorated.
"Dogwa, there's Spirit Grass."
Two youths, a boy and a girl, emerged from the bushes, the girl pointing excitedly at a patch of verdant grass.
