The magnificent silver full moon rises from the horizon to the whole sky. This grand spectacle is like a cold wind sweeping through thousands of years, blowing across the desolate land that continually stretches, with no end in sight, so vast and remote, yet so ancient and vast.
In such a world, Masha feels a bit unstable, unable to believe her surroundings, even once suspecting it to be some special illusion technique rather than a real heart-image world.
But all her senses tell her that this is indeed a genuine heart-image world, and as a songstress, the profession representing the peak of mental consciousness, she would not fail to discern this.
Yet, how could a young songstress, barely in her early twenties, possess such a vast and remote heart-image world? How could her mere 20 years of experience construct such a grand and unshakeable heart-image world?
