The shadow human shape raised its gaze, observing the figure standing on the flowers behind it.
The wind flowing between heaven and earth swept through the youth's loose strands of hair, past his smooth, jade-like skin, and lifted his simple purple robe, making it flutter in the wind.
The young man also lifted his head, gazing at the shadow figure, his deep, dark pupils seemingly coagulated with purple blood, serene as a tranquil night.
He seemed like a divine being, standing apart from the world, gazing coldly at the living beings within.
Yet he also seemed like one with the myriad flowers and plants, merging with the world.
The chaotic fate of the human world seemed to be reflected deep within his pupils; he was both the guide of this destiny and seemingly within it.
Harmonious divinity and chaotic humanity fused within his body, drawing him away from the world and yet integrating with it.
